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@auncerra
Ugh.
There comes a point where resilience is just a shitty excuse for survival. There comes a point where someone is responsible for not stopping it.
I think I have the heart of a 91 year old chainsmoker. And I don’t smoke anymore, I just think that while on the outside I might look fine, on the inside this has just blown everything up
Ivar Wigan.
Jane B. par Agnès V. (1988) dir. Agnès Varda
I think my nervous system is just broken wires at this rate.
Dedicating your afternoon to sitting around scheming, drawing as much audial attention to yourselves as possible, stalking, pacing around, coercively blockading exits by occupying communal spaces, and generally behaving maniacally isn’t a job, in case you weren’t aware
You don’t exist to me.
I’ve seen it all already. It’s not effectual.
I’m not crazy. I’m not deranged. I’m not schizophrenic. I’m not converging on needing a celled room. But I think your behavior indicates that. Indicates a need for observation medically. That’s my opinion, not my diagnosis. Informed by behaviors that indicate a lack of mental fitness, not characterize, but suggest. Suggest that there has to be something wrong to pathologically continue to engage in well, cruel and unusual punishing without cause or justification.
And it’s true, to the outside world, a sticker in a washing machine doesn’t mean anything.
Let me elaborate on that for a second.
I have to check every time I launder my clothes.
Like tonight, where again, following more of their same stalking recalcitrance, I had to pivot and pour water into a noticeably audible colander as I have in the past. Does the sticker end up there magically. No. Would it end up there organically, stuck to clothing, again: no. It’s pasted to the outside of a paper bag. Not magically materializing.
And it’s ironic, that when I do go to launder clothes I have to dye late at night or early in the morning while people stalk around, draw your own conclusions.
But if every fridge magnet is a deliberate addition, and every maneuvered item is there to get under your skin, patterns and behaviors don’t lie.
But at the same time, are meaningless.
Whether there was intent or not doesn’t matter to me at this rate.
Because, regardless, it’s accompanied by people pretending to be mature adults engaging in screaming matches they try and blanket coverage as not having happened, and replaced by more weird jabs.
Keep them.
I won’t be needing them where I’ve gotten without you.
I think in time the bullies will realize they’ve simply been proving me right. Not that any pride should be taken in being one.
Agata Głogowska - Jedwab (oil on canvas), 2021