People mistake ovulation and menstruation to be the same thing when in fact they aren’t
Ovulation is when the eggs are saying “hello friends I am here”
And menstuation is when the eggs are saying “goodbye friends I am gone”
Everyone SAYS they want a fairytale wedding but when I show up and curse their firstborn suddenly I’m a jerk.
I hear people who claim to believe in God wonder, on a regular basis, “how could this happen here? how could this happen to us? to me?” and I may not believe in your God, and I may be egotistical at times, but not for a moment do I think that by virtue of my humanity, or my citizenship, or my talents, that I am invincible, above the whims of the world, a member of some supreme class beyond rightful strife. I find this mindset far more irreverent than my dismissal of religious ritual, because it signifies a refusal to acknowledge that there is something greater and more mysterious and powerful than our own existence. perhaps this is more applicable to natural disasters than terrorism or war (though I mean to include both in this indictment), but in either case there is the implicit statement “we are human,” “we are American,” “we are white,” “we are superior to someone or something else,” “we are so, so special” which smacks of entitlement and irreverent foolishness. we do not need to live in fear, but I suspect a greater awareness of our own fallibility and the existence, sacred or secular, of people, patterns, and events outside and past our full control might help us be better-prepared helpers to one another and foster greater universal compassion. we should all embrace what makes us unique and special and distinct people and communities, but once we begin to assume arbitrary superiority and its accompanying sense of invincibility, we set ourselves up not to face our demons well-armed, but to be surprised, again and again, by needless disappointment and destruction.
jgutz replied to your post: the last time a boy actually liked me, that I know…
it’s ok the last time a boy liked me was never
i mean i’m pretty sure unrequited prepubescent feelz aren’t the sublime height of romantic emotion but then again i really could be wrong!
the last time a boy actually liked me, that I know of, was in sixth grade after I had spent a year kicking his shins viciously under the desk.
pout pout.
girls are an entirely different story but that’s not the POINT
[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]
