I spent last weekend at my grandmother’s, in the country. There was no one around. It was quiet, slow, lazy, meditative. I didn’t watch TV, I didn’t use the internet. I read, and played piano, and went for long walks. I cooked a lot and I ate a lot. I talked with my sister.
I did a lot of thinking and reading for my thesis, and for once it didn’t give me anxiety or make me feel like I want to die.
It was a very nice weekend, but now I’m back, and I’m finding that I’ve lost my patience for a lot of things. Everything is irritating. I don’t want to see or be around people. I don’t want to do anything. I’m having trouble sleeping, and have been feeling anxious about the work I should be doing. I don’t know how to reconcile things in my head anymore. Everything’s jumbled, and every interaction, every thought, every impulse is a battle.
And I’m getting pretty sick of it.
contrary to popular (read: straight) belief, choosing your gender or sexuality instead of being “born that way” is both possible and valid
Republicans: We dont want homosexuals to marry but we do want to exploit their labor
Democrats: We want homosexuals to marry and we also want to exploit their labor