I have a lot of thoughts.
It’s a manipulation. Children are supposed to believe that things will always end perfectly and that even when things are bad they could be worst, to make one believe that their situation isn’t bad at all. This type of thinking makes issues appear meaningless and futile.
He has been talking about distraction. What is a distraction? Is someone blowing horns around him? Is someone tapping their foot against his desk? Maybe he’s doing that annoying leg jiggling thing. Am I a distraction? Do I have distractions? When was the last time I’d written something and not edited everything I was thinking. Even just then, I had to make myself resurface a thought, so that I wrote it and didn’t ignore it.
Girls Need Girls
Well, when you think of women, when you think of girls, what comes to mind? Is it words or images? Are they positive or negative? Nothing? I always see like about three white girls laughing, looking into a camera lens. I’m pretty sure I saw it on tumblr and immediately came to equate that picture-perfect moment with girls. But that’s all it was: a moment. The rest of our lives get pretty insane, depending on who you ask.