It's actually super unethical to keep a peeve as a pet
yes!!! thank you!!! I hate when people do this, it's one of my uh... one of my... oh no...
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It's actually super unethical to keep a peeve as a pet
yes!!! thank you!!! I hate when people do this, it's one of my uh... one of my... oh no...
I was flashed and almost forced into showing someone else my body in first grade. I went to my favorite mother figure of a teacher and all she said was “it was two days ago. I can’t do anything about it now.” And ignored me.
I was affected for a while after that, which I’m sure is more because my very early childhood trauma, which had left me vulnerable to most events. But it doesn’t change that it was her job to do something, or that I was always told to trust her in a time of life where I didn’t know if I could trust my own mother.
She was still one of my favorite teachers for the next 6 years, and I think that sums me up pretty well.
I found out my freshman year I had apparently made multiple reports of that same kid touching me inappropriately, though I have zero recollection of it. Maybe she should’ve done something sooner. At the least they should’ve investigated what might’ve been happening in that kids home.
They don’t tell you that breaking up means you still have to remember every sweet and committed thing they said to you. That you still remember the tiniest details they mentioned about themselves. That seeing them find someone else and randomly unfollow you will feel like heartbreak all over again. And not because you want to date them, no, you both aren’t the same people anymore, but because if they were once your other half, what could they think of you now? Did they realize they hate you? Were you never good enough? Do they have the same kind of respect for the spot in their life you held that you have for them? No matter how much you want closure, you know the answer. You were just apart of another story in their crazy life and when they decide to move on, you are fully left in the past. Nothing more than a memory. Someone who was once there there.
Or perhaps, something you have no knowledge of happened from the time you last spoke to them, and they truly hate you now.
Going to work to be like “Hi I’m girl!” “Hi I am indeed a maam and very approachable!” “Hi I’m so girl it’s crazy!” “Hi I’m just your average girl!” “Hi there is nothing confusing about my femininity!”
Too employed to think about maybe being trans
Am I trans or does every girl feel like her femininity is a performance to be treated not like a freak of society, only to be nauseous after wearing form fitting clothing?
I understand why people become English teachers and why conservatives worry about indoctrination.
Yes I do want to force people to read feminist literature and make them read about the real effects of racism in history, I have to spread the woke mind-virus.
I know I have a good therapist cause she told me I did something wrong and not that I was in the right
can we kill Charlie kirk again that would just really cheer me up
I understand why people use Twitter, it does feel very nice to post about useless thoughts and opinions that are slightly entertaining without the Instagram word count. Turns out there’s a socially acceptable way to Gatsby-max.
Realized why I don’t hug my bag on the bus like everyone else, it’s too comfortable and calming. I need to be alert so I don’t honk shmi mi through my stop.
Anxiety is so lame, like what do you mean I have TWO diagnosed anxiety DISORDERS, like just lock in bruh
I couldn’t be in the same room as someone doing cpr cause I’d have to dut it like I’m marching very loudly behind them to keep them in tempo
I think my favorite time of the day is when I’m falling asleep and can’t feel anxious.
Got that cloud bed setup, can’t think straight, and listening to a Minecraft YouTuber explain how they modded the game is all I need apparently.
I am shocked at how many people don't have an actively hostile relationship with advertising
I am skipping your ads as fast as I can. I'm skipping past your sponsor read. I'm muting the tv. I'm muting the tab. If they get too annoying I will simply stop trying to watch.
If advertisers can use every manipulative trick in the book to get me to buy their product, I am fully within my rights to do everything I can on my end to make their job impossible
‘Making mistakes is normal and human, at least you try to grow and be a better person after every one!’ BUT THE GUILT IT CLAWS AT ME IT SAYS I ALWAYS MESS UP. FOREVER DOOMED TO MESS UP AND BE A BAD PERSON BECAUSE I AM NATURALLY A BAD PERSON. RELEASE ME.
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