#thinky thoughts.

[fountainofthought]

It’s so cute listening to older straight people say LGBTQ, as though those five letters have never before been spoken in the same sentence.

[shipsnsails]

I really was captivated by that part where Odysseus grabs his former wet nurse BY THE THROAT and quietly threatens her life if she tells anyone who he is. He’s always trying to whip other human beings into his idea of what needs to be done. Which admittedly is often the successful idea in the main sense (war or survival). In a way he’s often right and is trying to make other fallible people comply. But anyway. There’s this sense that he sort of loses patience over the years. Until he kind of tells people to be smart and do what I say or die. Except his final crew. They stand out more as people that he allowed to fail. They failed him and he never seemed to truly punish them for it, but always cried for their loss. Maybe it was just fairness, that he allowed them to fail because he’d also failed them in return, maybe that was the environment of the survival situation they were in. But I think that one thing about him that I could imagine as a dynamic shift is that he starts out sort of trying to make people obey in whatever non violent or least friction or easiest way possible. Like he’s tricking people into falling in line, sometimes for their best interest and sometimes not. (Hey, everyone, let me fix your Helen problem with this common sense solution. You’re all about to kill each other. How about this idea?) But over time perhaps that sense of patience erodes until he’s at the point of snaring the nurse and telling her not to snitch or he’ll kill her. That or maybe he’s just in an unusually tight spot with the suitors. Hm.

[lonelynightsandstarryskies]

He's different from everyone else. Somehow I'm able to relate to his way of thinking (maybe Ti?).

His definition of love still lingers in my head.

Love is a place where you feel safe enough to open up and be vulnerable.

That... hits me. I don't feel free to open up at home. I don't always feel safe with friends enough to open up all the time. Mostly because my own fear of being pushed away and/or rejection but. Love, to those important to you, you should open up to those around you because they care about you. And even if they don't, you care about them, and if they don't support you then move on. Continue moving forward. But always be open first, then decide from there.

I'm not sure I've ever felt love but, I want this sort of love.

[planetesastraea]

Would you guys be really mad if I changed my url?

[misstaylorturtle]

There's a strange soothing feeling from being completely irresponsible for once in my life. I should've done this years ago. I don't think I'm ever going back.

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[astrasia]

Sometimes I wonder which aspects of our lives today are going to make it into the history books when we're gone. Will events like the Boston Marathon bombings be noted as especially horrific, or will they fade into the ether as time goes by?

I mean, if you think about it, there are so many events that never get written down for posterity, either because they're irrelevant or because they simply repeat themes found in a million events from before. You have to find them in other places: the Internet, stories from grown-ups, other primary sources.

Just makes you think. Will events like this, like Newtown and Boston, continue? Will they be cited as the beginnings of a greater movement toward terror, fear, and a lack of safety?

All I can say is I sure hope not.