Work In Progress

Arthur Rimbaud (b. 20 October 1854)

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”What’s it like?” Perpetual confusion. A simulation of what it’s like to be a chameleon if emotions and personality traits were colors. Periods of suspecting people close to you are plotting to hurt you or have hurt you on purpose. Being aware of everything around you at all times. Remembering what you’d rather not. Torching the wrong relationships in spectacular fashion by lashing out and falling back into isolation despite wanting to escape it. Not knowing what emotion you’re experiencing or how to process it, and sometimes it’s like roulette. Assuming others’ intentions and meanings to be hostile or unkind because why would someone be nice to you? The persistent sensation of “otherness” no matter where you’re at or who you’re with. Disconnection with the world around you.

There is no enjoyment.

Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

Please stop saying things like "There are two types of people..." or "There are two options..." "It's either...or...". No! False. Wrong.

There are so many types of people, so many options, that you would need several giant books to write everything in. There are at least 8 billion types of humans, with more than one defining trait. Then, all the myriads of options for everything else that exists. After that, you just have to add all the options and types for everything you don't know and won't know in your lifetime about people, elements and life on Earth, the Solar System and the Universe.

How could there ever be two options/types/behaviors/ideas/elements of anything?

Life is naturally complex.

Stop trying to reduce it.

Stop trying to feel as if you understand it.

It's okay if you don't.

But let's be honest,

it wasn't that you loved me,

it was simply that you needed me

to complete your checklist.

You needed me to listen to your stories

and tell you that you are right,

and keep your ego

always polished and shiny.

And it wasn't that I loved you,

I just wanted so desperately to be wanted.

I needed to feel leaned on,

and wanted you to fill my ache.

I was so young and misguided,

that I didn't know what love was,

or how to even apply it.

I didn't even know that love was missing

between us.

You’re always growing. 🌼

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

I think the hot new trends for this summer should be reading comprehension and critical thinking skills

“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honour you. Never lose sight of that.”

— Unknown