—which may or may not be reputable? I’m caught off guard and can’t think on my feet, and my anxiety totally overrides my capacity for judgement.
Generally my policy is “why not give what is asked for if it won’t hurt me,” and allow the person to think I’m a chump if they ARE dishonest… I don’t know if it’s worse to feel guilty for being tightfisted or guilty for not being discerning enough.
- Holding down a job is not a measure of value.
- Attending school is not a measure of value.
- Whether or not you can “contribute” to society is not a measure of whether or not your life is valuable and worth preserving.
These are standards held up by a society values money and production over everything else. If you think life has any less value or worth because of an inability to do any of the above you re fucking wrong.
That’s all.
Thank.
I really, really love to see this.
Particularly at the moment, when the words “active and contributing member of society” make me so anxious it brings on nausea.
— Understanding the Anxious Mind - NY Times (via polyvinyl)
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I made some facetious remark about the Romantics, then tried belatedly to save my reputation by saying that I was disappointed about the albatross.
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"Come woo me, woo me, with an accordion."
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So, some people know, some...
There’s a song sparrow
outside of my window
making the ‘Beethoven’s 5th’ call:
dee-dee-dee-dum.
Friedrich Paul Thumann (1834 - 1908) - Sterntaler
I’M AN ADULT
