the worst thing about being shy and introverted is that you most of the time come off as cold and arrogant like you think you’re better than everyone else and thats why you don’t talk to people or hang out with them but it’s really the opposite its like you’re so uncomfortable with yourself that you don’t wanna share it with anyone else so you just dont and people think you’re an asshole but you’re actually just really scared
If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.
While politicians and the media make much of the 27 Australian lives lost in eastern Ukraine this morning, please remember the other 271 lives (and counting) that were claimed in a horrific twist to the Russian-Ukraine conflict. This loss of life is something that will be felt across the whole world, particularly in the Netherlands where so many Dutch passengers boarded this plane only hours ago.
As this story unfolds, we will see news outlets and experts speculating on what happened, how it happened and why it happened, and whether it is related to the other Malaysian Airlines incident this year. (It’s not, for those playing at home. It’s unfortunate, but unrelated.) This tragedy will be exploited for sales/viewers, but we mustn’t forget the grieving families and friends of these innocent travellers.
Whatever you’re doing today, take a moment and a deep breath. Today may mark a terrible turning point in our history.
Maybe strangers enter your heart first, and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.
—Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son.
- Erin Hanson
Just found out that there is a posthumous book, a collection of essays by the author of one of my favourite pieces of writing. The piece of writing that is still in my head, two years later. I need this book in my life.
I reblogged her last essay here:
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.