last night i went to see houseworld, and there was one moment that was extremely memorable and it honestly made the night for me. it all started when i followed a guy known as ol' joe into a small room after hed collapsed, visibly upset. we sat down on the ground and he asked me what was the one thing about me that i would change about myself to make me happier overall. i very honestly replied that itd be nice if i didnt hate myself, which i feel like wasnt the expected answer. and in that moment i felt that the scene had shifted and was about to go somewhere very different than initially intended. we took a trip upstairs, ol' joe and i, and found a small dark room and we sat and we talked. he told me that it was ok that i felt that way, and that there was room in the world for me among all the bullshit and the bad art and bad people. and that no matter what happened we would always have that experience of being in that little room, being honest and trying our best. when it was time to move on, we hugged and i thanked him for all that hed just done. its hard to put exactly into words how that all made me feel, but its not dissimilar to finally crying after a long time, in a good way. and i know that that will be a moment to keep in my back pocket to bring out whenever i need it, and i am very grateful to have experienced it