My amygdala hates that that seems the most effective way out of all this. A lot of people are lost and angry and get mad when they feel threatened. Some, sure, are evil as evil can be for the sheer joy of cruelty. But plenty are small and angry and dont think anything can be better so they lash out and follow the strongmen.
The dead won’t care why they did it or that they change. But those who live because they change might just care that they do.
All I know is fuck I got tired being the only [slur] a bunch of rural republicans ever met, and I’m fucking pissed I had to leave for the reason I did.
I think fixing their shit isn’t our place. It kind of can’t be.
Id really rather spend twenty hours talking to a thoroughly unpleasant piece of shit than half that staring through a scope and pissing into a bag, or twenty minutes cleaning the guillotine. I honestly would.
And sometimes it works. I guess. But usually it’s a waste of time. We don’t have much of that left. And we mostly aren’t the people they would be able to hear. I fucking hate this shit. I’m fucking great at talking to awful pieces of shit, i post fucking recreationally (no offense, dear reader. I don’t mean you¹)
The really funny thing is that I’m in a heterosexual couple. My wife is bi, but the closest I tread to the rainbow is polyamory.
It’s not even a good insult! Oooh. I’m going to associate you with a group that has shown incredible resilience and generally embodies such dastardly values as embracing their true selves, seeking or building community, respecting each other, valuing mental health and self care, and living in defiance of what is expected of them.
I’ve been given more insulting compliments.
My amygdala hates that that seems the most effective way out of all this. A lot of people are lost and angry and get mad when they feel threatened. Some, sure, are evil as evil can be for the sheer joy of cruelty. But plenty are small and angry and dont think anything can be better so they lash out and follow the strongmen.
The dead won’t care why they did it or that they change. But those who live because they change might just care that they do.
All I know is fuck I got tired being the only [slur] a bunch of rural republicans ever met, and I’m fucking pissed I had to leave for the reason I did.
I think fixing their shit isn’t our place. It kind of can’t be.
Id really rather spend twenty hours talking to a thoroughly unpleasant piece of shit than half that staring through a scope and pissing into a bag, or twenty minutes cleaning the guillotine. I honestly would.
And sometimes it works. I guess. But usually it’s a waste of time. We don’t have much of that left. And we mostly aren’t the people they would be able to hear. I fucking hate this shit. I’m fucking great at talking to awful pieces of shit, i post fucking recreationally (no offense, dear reader. I don’t mean you¹)
¹yes. Yes i do.
The really funny thing is that I’m in a heterosexual couple. My wife is bi, but the closest I tread to the rainbow is polyamory.
It’s not even a good insult!
Oooh. I’m going to associate you with a group that has shown incredible resilience and generally embodies such dastardly values as embracing their true selves, seeking or building community, respecting each other, valuing mental health and self care, and living in defiance of what is expected of them.
I’ve been given more insulting compliments.