people greet me, i'm polite

god I don’t know if I’m seriously returning to tumblr, although I have enough confidence and pride on the relationships and community offline in my life that I’m really not too worried about what social media is or isn’t. I like images and I hate fascism. I feel the need to scream at the void fairly frequently. I have friends I talk to and other friends I wish I talked to more and a husband and a therapist and fairly normal family and fairly normal coworkers. But the jobs I do are hard and it’s kind of a thought loop I get in sometimes. Unprompted shyness and unprompted tangents and rambling. It’s hard to keep a journal and it’s hard to trust one’s self. It’s hard to be someone but there isn’t any other option and people are always going to just see what they want to see. I want their desire to control others in attempt to control themselves to change. I’m feeling very spiritual about the whole thing. I can only do what I’m meant to do, otherwise my spirit is resistant to it. I don’t have it all correct and figured out but I’m also being pretty reasonable and brave about it.