thoughtfulfuri:

Oh god. There’s a lady across from me on the my bus wearing black slacks, a white long sleeve button up, a black vest, and tie. It’s especially sharp with her darker skin. Also, really cute glasses. She’s so pretty and sharp. It’s so hard not to stare!

Getting off the bus, I told her, “everything about your outfit is amazing!” And I got really nervous about it! Giving out compliments isn’t rare for me. I do get nervous occasionally. But not usually this much Haha!

See. I just gave another compliment and didn’t get at all nervous. Man opened the door for me but I was already opening another (passing in opposite directions). I looked at him to thank him anyway and as I passed I thought, ‘He’a also looking nifty!’ And managed to say before the doors shut, “You’re looking sharp!”

He turned all the way around, probably to be sure I was talking to him, and he gave one of those smiles that take over the eyes and said, “Thank you!” I’m not entirely sure what he was wearing, but I got an impression of casual suit but not in typical colors (some sort of darker green?). Mostly I noticed his hair. It was shaved on one side with a cascade of really tight curls on the other. It was amazing.

Good start to the morning!

Oh god. There’s a lady across from me on the my bus wearing black slacks, a white long sleeve button up, a black vest, and tie. It’s especially sharp with her darker skin. Also, really cute glasses. She’s so pretty and sharp. It’s so hard not to stare!

Ugh! How does one just sit down and write up what they’re going to say to an addict to get them to quit? A parent who’s headed down such a destructive path. You’d think I’d already know given it’s not the first time I’ve had to do it. It’s not even that I no longer have any idea what to say. One of ya’ll great people gave me some great and helpful advice and I have an outline in my head. But putting it down is such a whole other ballgame. Ughghg

There’s this thing I see *a lot* in fiction. And I feel like I see it around in Tumblr. And an intellectual part of me gets it, but not a big enough part.

Pity is treated like one of the worst things someone can feel for another. I kind of get it. But also I don’t. In many ways, pity is used to describe the act of someone else feeling sorry for another out of a sense of compassion. The definition even suggests this to be the case.

It’s used as tho someone feeling pity for another means that the person feeling that pity thinks the other weak and helpless. But I don’t get that? Bad things happen to the strongest of people. Even the strongest of people feel hurt and pain and sorrow. I don’t understand that someone feeling sympathy about this and pitying that situation is a bad thing.

I understand if that’s something someone sees everywhere they look that it’s bad. I even get if someone who you don’t feel close to you shows pity unwarranted.

But even in the cases where someone is showing vulnerability to another, it that other person shows pity, it’s treated like a bad thing. Maybe I understand the cultural use of it wrong. The pure definition just doesn’t sound bad but it definitely has a negative connotation.

There seems to be a feeling of patronizing attached to it. But I don’t see why pity had to be inherently patronizing. Someone being actually patronizing seems almost to still be preferrable to pity.

I don’t want anyone only ever looking at me with pity, but if I talk to someone about say this shit with my dad relapsing and they pity me for my situation, I’m inclined to feel comfort in the fact that they understand that it’s an emotional situation and care enough about me to, at least for a moment, share a feeling of compassion.

I just, feel like I’m missing something I guess. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Another sign of my improved mental state: I was too tired to deal with showering yesterday even tho I needed to. So I should feel gross today but instead I’m actually feeling good about myself and think I look kinda cute today. Good shit!