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“The night is also a sun.”

And it’s not even that they’re creepy or inappropriate but being around them gives you… like. That “someone is walking on your grave” type feeling?

Okay, so the dad I grew up with was an asshole, right? Bad with kids, didn’t like me, old-fashioned kinda guy. ‘Nuff said.

Now, the year I moved out, I was having a great day, out in public doing my thing. No buildup at all. But then this kid nearby started running around screaming, right? Not hurt or anything, just being a hyperactive kid

And her Dad called her over, and she didn’t listen, so I was kinda. Tense. You know? Trauma stuff, basic 1 for 1 reminders and all

But THEN instead of getting all angry-stumpy he just got down on her level, explained that if she kept running around she could get hurt or trip someone, and said that if she slowed down and held his hand then they could go to the park later. And she listened, and he gave her a hug, and they went about their day

And like

Sometimes when people are nice like that, it feels like your soul is throwing up? And I had to leave and have a panic attack by myself somewhere for a bit, which is WAY more extreme of a reaction than it normally is, but like

You know THAT feeling? That “everything is fine but it’s not” feeling?

Like when someone you don’t know very well tells you something incredibly personal and considerate and heartfelt or something and it feels like your skin is peeling off

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