In the modern world we no longer have to fear our crippling social anxiety. Why, just a few clicks away we can find literally tens, maybe even several tens, of people on the Internet who are ready, willing and able to talk to us using our typed words. No more face to face interaction where you worry about having this conversation:
“Hey! How are you doing? You look fantastic. Have you been working out?”
I’m probably not going to be funny on here for a while, so feel free to unfollow.
I don’t think I was depressed as a child. At least I don’t think I thought as a child I was depressed. But looking back through the brilliant prism of decades of experience I suppose I was. What I considered myself to be back then was a terrific liar. I created a wonderful and colorful background for myself that hid how lonely and sad I was. I can say for certain that I held that veil of secrecy above me from about the age of five until roughly twenty minutes ago.
Congratulations! You are now a proud owner of a Depressed Person™! This is a very exciting period of time for you as you unpack and understand your new living companion. While he may look like the previous model, Regular Person™, there are some key features of this model that are important to understand before you start using the product:
“I remember working with a law school in which white men heavily dominated the faculty. They used lots of sports metaphors (doing an end run, Monday morning quarterbacking, and so on), with legal jargon thrown in for good measure. I suggested that this was not a particularly welcoming trait in their school, that in fact it was sexist, but they paid little attention. I made my point by speaking for about five minutes in dressmaking terms: putting a dart in here, a gusset there, cutting the budget on the bias so it would be more flexible, using a peplum to hide a course that might be controversial. The women in the room laughed; the men did not find it humorous….Language is power, make no mistake about it. It is used to include and exclude and to keep people and systems in their places.”—Frances E. Kendall, Understanding White Privilege. (via insanepoet9)
“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”—Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to be Pretty (via hollabackboston)
Life and work has been so hectic lately and I cant wait to go see my girl, Jenny, and get my Sally St Rose nails touched up after work today. I love her because we dont talk…we sit there in silence while she does my nails and every now and again we give glaring stares to people who try to talk to us and then smile at each other. She gets me.