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you deserve people who listen to you ramble. you deserve people who love it when you’re excited, when you’re happy. you deserve people who check up on you and wish to see you well, people who not only accept you for who you are - but rejoice in it. 

I’ve mentioned this before, but my parents introduced a system where if they tell you to do something and there’s a reason you can’t do it, you can ask “May I appeal,” and they’ll listen to whatever new information you have to present and either revise their command or tell you to do it anyway. This serves a few purposes: first, it’s really funny to hear a four-year-old use legal jargon. Second, having a system in place for protest that isn’t whining, complaining, or outright disobedience makes things easier for the parents. Third, it fosters an environment of mutual respect. The child knows that his reasoning is taken into consideration when the parents’ decision is made, and the parent knows that the child may have legitimate reasons for not obeying a command, while still reserving the right to the final decision.

I do remember telling a teacher that her request was “out of her jurisdiction” in kindergarten so it can backfire just FYI

on the first day of classes professors will usually ask us to fill out a little notecard with our name, pronouns, major, and email. one dude in one of my history classes was very clearly one of those Anti-SJW Bullshit People and went “Uhhh pronouns? Ha, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m clearly a dude I don’t understand what you’re asking” and the professor just looked him in the eye and went “If you don’t know what a pronoun is then maybe a college level course isn’t for you” and i think about her every single day of my life

sometimes it’s better refrain from deep introspection and allow yourself to just be.

and by that I mean: I don’t have to sit with myself and overthink and analyze and rationalize every ounce of my being. I am not a case study I am a person. faults and all. like any other person. sometimes I have to look at my mistakes and avoid self flagellation. sigh and learn what I can and move on. remembering that I’m living, and this is part of the process. free myself of that inner critic. allow myself to be, and try again.

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