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@viomatic
"Whether someone understands it or not, these are the consequences of the political views they're espousing" is a pretty important analysis tool for online movements because quite honestly, over half of everyone engaging in politics online have no foundations for the stuff they're saying and are just saying whatever makes them feel like a member of an in-group.
If your in-group is "the left" you're very much not immune to this. In fact, trying to do left-wing politics without even trying to build a foundational political understanding is a great way to end up as a neo-nazi with a tumblr accent rather than an effective left-wing advocate.
1675
We Salute These Legendary Buddhas
if i were a shrimp id be so embarrassed because everyone can see my poop line
this unlocked some ancient pain lol
It doesn’t shout, yet its disapproval stung more.
Martha Reeves and the Vandellas (c. 1965)
by julia sugden
La Mode illustrée, no. 6, 10 février 1889, Paris. Grande voilette de printemps. Modèle de chez Mmes Delaunay et Brémont, rue Gaillon, 8. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
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“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”
this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too
“this isn’t true because i DEFINITELY silently fume at people in the hopes they’ll figure out what they did and apologize” that’s not good. you shouldn’t do that
“this isn’t true because the ex-friendship that traumatized me ended explosively after they were mad at me and never told me why” that’s not good. they shouldn’t be doing that
“i don’t think this is true because my current friend group is constantly icing me out until i figure out what ive done to upset them and properly apologized without being told” hey thats not good. they should not be doing that
if the peacefulness of your relationship with someone (familial, romantic, friendly, anything) can be destroyed by effective communication/asking them for effective communication, you have got to get out of there. if you can’t get out of there, you’ve got to throw away any ideas about what that person thinks of you because they have their own shit to figure out before they can accurately read anyone else
The shortest most basic form of the lesson here is just: don’t be mad at yourself on someone else’s behalf. It’s a waste of your time. If they wanna be mad they can do it themselves.
picklesbaseball
It took me a long to realise why it felt so vexing to figure out why my parents, friends and family members found it hard to love me. In truth, everyone had crafted a version of me in their head, based on their own fantasies and lacking.
I have come to understand that people, as flawed as they are, love to project themselves on to others and try to live vicariously through them. I was one such conduit for a long, long time.
However, healing is not easy. A part of me still wants to make everyone happy, but I know it will only come at the cost of my own. So I echo these words, that I am not responsible for who they think I am.
They definitely loved somebody, but that somebody wasn’t me.
hairbabyangel
Edvard Munch, The Sun Europe; Norwegian c. 1911-1916 Oil on canvas, dimensions: 455 x 780 cm