Venn diagrams of romantic love;
Do we teach?
Do we learn?
Love or fear?
There are only two paths…
Neurologically speaking in fact, through the Limbic.
All choices guided by one or the other:
Love? Trust? Be?
As the verb or the noun?
Pair bonds… cultural or chemical?
They are not the same…
Labels do not cement:
What is the choice?
Ah, but sweet limerence…
Fear of missing out,
Hedge your bets,
Invest no time, OR
Bootstraps. Pull yourself up by them!
Unless you are barefoot and pregnant….and that was YOUR decision. Fu*king breeders!
Just kidding. I get tired of feeling like I have to explain my clients or enlighten people on oppression and poverty and every other ism that exists in my world (your world too, just FYI). I digress.
When I started out down the social work path, I was very vigilant and ready to educate the masses; I was excited to understand the criminal justice population I had previously been working with in another light. I wanted to fix the world, change society.
Now I just want to help individuals. I am sure that is why nothing changes and if it does it is a very slow painful process….because all our passion gets sucked out and replaced by not apathy but sheer exhaustion. Or we feel liuke we did something by liking something on Facebook or blogging about it or signing a dumb ass petition on change dot org….
You can’t fix ______________ so you just try to negate the damage.
It’s sad, but it is what it is.
I read this today and thought it was a nice look into the lives of the people some of you are blaming and bitching about.
And just for fun, here is my favorite explanation of white privilege for you white boys who don’t believe in it.
I hope Daniel reads this.
I sure wish I had one.
Now I know I live a charmed life. I have first world problems. I have many blessings, it is true.
But sometimes, I wish things were easier. I know that difficult things have magical pay offs in the end and all that BS but I really wish that things weren’t all so contrary in my world.
It feels like no matter what choices I make nothing is ever easy.
I know my world would be lame if everything was always easy, I am not asking for that; but just a moment or two of grace.
Of utter perfection.
I want the spin to stop just for a minute.
Is that too much to ask?