My anxiety is absolutely stupid lately. My phone is probably going to die if it doesn’t dry itself out (it took a dunk in some water). And my ANXIETY. I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack at least half of the time. =/
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I’m tired of all the politics this year. The more people bitch and moan and cry about everything and the more politicians just don’t listen, the more I think Tolstoy had the right idea in being an anarchist. I’m tired of hearing about this person is getting screwed or that person isn’t happy because of X. Not saying these complaints aren’t legitimate, and being female, a lot of these complaints affect me as well this year.
But that just isn’t enough to make me care. And I’m tired of being forced to listen by other people, because I DON’T CARE anymore. Go complain about lack of laws this or taking away laws that to someone else. If you’re so unhappy about the government, stop voting for crappy politicians. If you voted for the person you’re complaining about, it’s your own damn fault. If you didn’t vote for that person, then stop complaining. You’ll get your chance to complain about the person you voted for next time.
But that’s all people do, in the end: COMPLAIN. No one’s ever happy here. I’m tired of the pessimism. I’m tired of the cynicism.
I’m tired of “prejudice this” and “no one understands” that. You’re not the first person to go through whatever it is you’re going through; most of the others made it, you will, too.
Laws will never be perfect because humans will never be perfect. In all honesty, just GET OVER IT and try to be happy with WHAT YOU HAVE. Because if you’re just constantly bitching about things you DON’T have, then how are you appreciating what you DO have?
Maybe I’m just a privileged white girl so I could never understand your problems. But you’re probably also a healthy human being, so you could never understand mine. It’s okay; I’m not asking you to understand. Why are you asking ME to understand? I support your right to be who you want to be, so stop complaining at me about how much your life sucks because of this or that. I’m not going to do anything to change things; I don’t vote. Go complain at someone who DOES vote. They’re the ones that’ll accomplish more. Or at the very least will care more.
Yes, it sucks that you can’t marry who you want (this isn’t just targeted at homosexuals). Yes, it sucks that society won’t accept who for who you are. Yes, it sucks that it’s hard to get the legal recognition of who you are. But in reality, I just don’t care and can’t do anything about it. Complain to a politician. Complain to a political movement group. Complain to someone who can do something about it.
No matter how much you bitch, I won’t vote. No matter how much you complain, I won’t really be able to sympathize anymore. I’ve heard all the arguments, all the complaints, all the legal this’es and that’s. I’ve heard it all multiple times and my head is swimming with all this stuff and I’m just sick of hearing about it.
I just wanted some goddamn coupons, not a constant stream of WAR AGAINST WOMEN politics.
Day 22 – A picture of your room.
I am going to save you from having to look at it. It’s truly awful.
Now, because you’re not getting there, here’s the next one:
Day 23 – A picture of your handwriting.
Oh god. Alright. Here we go.
My handwriting is awful and I’m sorry. Look at that crooked “I”.