sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
I have like no friends outside my sorority when did that happen.
Like, realistically I know I have depression but sometimes I just feel like it’s reasonably normal to be constantly irritated, sleep-deprived, listless, etc. It’s hard to remember if there’s a point to getting better.
When I am with you my body doesn’t need sleep and bed and time spent wrapped in blankets, but without you it takes far more to recharge and greet the day.
That having sex with someone you do not care for feels lonelier than not having sex in the first place, afterward.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.
Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.
Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.
Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.
You kiss me in the way I like and your eyes crinkle the right way and our hands fit together, but other than that we are all wrong. I tell you everything, you tell me nothing. I flow, I experience, I express, and you stand steadfast and unopened. Me, waiting for a broken drawbridge to come down and let me to the other side. You, trying to understand a system more complex than your own.
I tried to tell you once, I don’t just feel one thing about you. I feel everything, every feeling I could possibly feel about you, and that for me, that is love, and you asked how many feelings that was and I said infinite. You said you could only think of 10.
I once mentioned that I cry every day and you seemed concerned, but I think you just didn’t understand. When you get to be as full as I am, you leak.
truths: you are a Girl, you are the Sea