whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale
this is good
Gonna adopt this method of dealing
Lol Rebecca, this reminds me of the aliens with pitchforks theory!
Yeah! And this is awesome!
The last post reminded me of when we had this guy for a week before he died.
He was so full of energy! And his eyes hadn’t even turned green yet…
But anyway, when we were burying him, the same place where Buddy and all the other pets are buried (except for Bubba the horse), Midnite just sat next to us, keeping silent vigil. Like he was keeping guard to make sure we did it right.
This is why I have such high expectations from cats.
Society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that’s baloney, because grief isn’t wrong. There’s such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.
Being a feminist doesn’t mean suddenly no longer liking problematic things. If you stopped liking everything that was sexist in media and entertainment there would be no media or entertainment left. Being a feminist, to me, is being aware of what it is you’re liking, and of its problematic aspects.
I’m so sick of school. Maybe I wouldn’t be if I were studying something worthwhile, but French is boring in academia and stuffy pretentious academics are horrible. I’m sick of how I can wreck my entire GPA with ONE PAPER. Coursework is really just getting in the way of me having a life and being able to care about my family and friends. Oh, and I hate the B=F grading scale. A “B” should be an acceptable grade, not make you feel like you suck at life.