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Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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i was re-watching ‘maya angelou: still i rise’ & lost my mind & heart during this reading of ‘the mask’ so i decided to record + upload for anyone who would also like to be brought to tears.
maybe introspection is a scam
When a boy…discovers that he is more given into introspection and consciousness of self than other boys his age, he easily falls into the error of believing it is because he is more mature than they. This was certainly a mistake in my case. Rather, it was because the other boys had no such need of understanding themselves as I had: they could be their natural selves, whereas I was to play a part, a fact that would require considerable understanding and study. So it was not my maturity but my sense of uneasiness, my uncertainty that was forcing me to gain control over my consciousness. Because such consciousness was simply a steppingstone to aberration and my present thinking was nothing but uncertain and haphazard guesswork.
Mishima, Yukio. Confessions of a Mask
In a way, if this is true, happiness should consist of an ever decreasing attention to oneself. Rather than self-care! The less you know about who you are and what you want, the better off you are. That which I've always wished for Rocco, in the many years of our friendship, was an ounce more of unawareness.
– Emanuele Trevi, Two Lives
self deprecation at least for me comes naturally in the sense that it is just a silly goofy mindful way of acknowledging your (see: my) own intellect or shortcomings but i’ve grown increasingly wary of even joking abt yourself in any conceivably contrary, mordant way. the universe listens, the body absorbs. the more you speak loosely abt yourself the more that bleeds into the fabric of your interiority and steals you away from yourself, no matter how distanced by humor you think you’re being… if you joke abt how ugly or dumb or worthless or whatever flavor of diminishment chosen you are some star in the galaxy or your world WILL dim, making it increasingly difficult for you to notice easily the parts of yourself you hold in esteem; everything will grow a little shadowed and illusory and grisly and your mind will snag easily on the negative thoughts that rear their heads. over time you have less and less light to shed on the untruths you’ve told at the expense of yourself and so you start believing them. laugh at yourself, sure, but do not mock or deride or lose faith in who you are. it will only become harder and harder to believe in yourself when somewhere in your world is an echo of you speaking poorly abt yourself
Scary Stories to Tell In The Dark
art by: Stephen Gammell
the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.
MTV’s Downtown (1999)
Ol Dirty Bastard