I drew this stupid burger I saw that brings me comfort and joy
this is me
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I drew this stupid burger I saw that brings me comfort and joy
this is me
I want to unlock and recover my memories from when I was a child. I only remember major highlights from that time period, and they aren't reflective of my personality. I merely know who and what I was as a child, and this retroactive oblivion—which now serves as a catalyst to the loss of my self-identity—gnaws at me day-by-day.
In contrast to this, I am now distastefully aware of this forlorn shell of a self that I embody. Constant introspection has become a default setting that's embedded in my functioning. The scrutinisation of every little habit and thought has become something that goes beyond the realm of conscious control. Yet, all this hyper self-awareness has only left me in a state of emotional disconnect and subliminal tumult—this paradox is suffocating; it's become intolerable.
How wretched is it to be so expertly aware of one's decline? Without being equipped to prevent it? I guess I now understand why ignorance is said to be bliss.
Perhaps, this effortless—albeit painful—awareness is a cumulative manifestation of the guilt that I feel for not remembering my childhood? I want it back, oh god, I want those memories back. I want to KNOW who I was. I wish nothing more than to somehow miraculously see my little self from an external, observational lens.
“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
— Mik Everett
but if you are a petty author your mistakes will also be remembered....
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
— Albert Einstein
what I think will happen if I message my mutuals
the image was making me really sad so i drew the little guy being taken care of
Ha that implies I talk to people
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
“Be gentle with yourself, you’re doing the best you can.”
— Unknown
Art is not for fixing yourself, it is for showing others that you are broken so they might feel less alone
- exurb1a
There is no greater innocence than our gentle sin.
Humanity is defined by sin... (Non christian, but the general human mood)
“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch them transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves.”
— Wes Angelozzi
This feels like it could happen to me
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
— Rumi
Flower fell at Noon
flower fell at noon dusk cloaks all creation now death awaits all life
“Please remember: things are not what they seem.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
In my mind i view people the same way. We put on masks to fit our current needs. We will probably never show someone our complete self. They are not what they seem like.
This is not a bad thing. It helps us cope with reality. People will (probably) not actively try to Sabotage you.
I ignore you personally
While this may sound like a really rude thought (arguably it is one) you must consider the german translation and the Austrian culture (as I understand it) of it:
"Ich ignoriere Sie persönlich"
You see i am using the formal you and I do respect you as a person. But you are you and I am I, we are two different people... we will not interact unless needed... we occupy the same space, but only briefly... So why should I go out of my way to make YOU feel special.
Why do people feel the need to ask a stranger about their day while not caring. It feels more rude to ask and not care than pretending you do not exist.