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Nature Is BEE-yoo-tee-ful

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Why Am I Like This, pt. II

Me:  *keymashing*

Text: “g;dkg;sfsjklf”

Me: hmmmmm

Me: *typing carefully*

Text: “hg;dkga;sfsjklf”

Me: That’s better.

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It Has Its Points

An 80-minute commute is no picnic, but I certainly can’t complain about the view…

A large, grassy plain with hazy mountains in the distance and a bright blue sky brushed with clouds, tinged yellow with the sunset on the right side.

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Absent Mind

Getting real sick of feeling like a shell. Not empty, exactly: all my parts are still here, still have weight and feeling and motion and thought. It’s just that I’ve gone missing.

When the lights are on, but nobody’s home, is there a word for how the home feels?

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Huh

Maybe I should be self-indulgent more often?

A bar chart showing views and visitors for the author's blog. Mostly short bars, two of which are labeled "poem I'm really proud of" and "I think it's funny." Three taller bars, labeled "one person binge-reading," "I'm sad waahhh," and "melodramatic love letter to nobody." The last two are also labeled "popular???"

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Never Doubt It

A cardboard sign, abandoned on the side of a freeway. It says: "Never boubt the impact you make with just a little bit of kindness. It is NOT taken for granted. Thank you and god bless." A second sign lies beneath it, partly obscured. Only one word is visible: "help."

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Never Mind

No post today, sorry. Might put it up tomorrow instead. If not, I’ll see you all on Monday. Go give somebody you like a hug.

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Massive Damage

My body hurts. That’s the trouble with making yourself vulnerable: it leaves you vulnerable. Who knew?

I suppose grief is like exercise, in that way. It leaves you sore and exhausted, and too much will destroy you. But if you can push through the pain without injury, if you can embrace it and let it flow through you instead of flinching away, you’ll come out stronger in the end.

I think the muscle grief exercises is the heart.

Longer post tomorrow. Can’t promise it will be good. Dear readers, I apologize, but you may have to indulge me a little. Thank you for your patience. I love you (all three of you) very much.

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Fairness

I had a different post scheduled for today, a more optimistic one I’d written last week about moving on and letting go, but my heart really isn’t in it right now so we’re taking a bit of a detour.

Even though it’s one of my favorites, I don’t often find solace in the silliest, queerest, kindest, most earnest webcomic on the internet, El Goonish Shive. But last night I did.

I was struggling to work through some very dark emotions, feeling frustrated and angry at the unfairness of a misunderstanding that had badly hurt everyone involved and couldn’t be fixed, but which I couldn’t honestly fault anyone for either. At first I tried to tell myself “well, life isn’t fair, suck it up,” but honestly I’ve always hated that sentiment. Yes, it’s true, but saying it isn’t helpful or kind; if it were a comment on one of my posts I would delete it.

Then I suddenly remembered this:

A young woman with pointy ears and fairy wings, with a sympathetic look on her face, speaking to a friend. Text: "You were right before. Nothing is really fair. It's up to people to care enough to MAKE things fair when and where they can."

Life isn’t fair. Life can’t be fair; it doesn’t have the brains. It’s up to us to choose to be fair to each other, even when circumstances haven’t been fair to us. The circumstances don’t care, you see. But we can.

Fairness isn’t found or given, it’s made. It’s good to remember that you can always choose to make more.

Added: there’s one important thing I couldn’t figure out how to say when I first wrote this post. Turns out I didn’t need to figure it out, it was already in the next panel of the comic: “You don’t make things ‘fair’ by hurting yourself.” That’s an important caveat. Sometimes, when another person has been unfair to you, the fairest thing you can do is call them out or walk away. Be fair to yourself, too!

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Riddle Me This

If AI is so great at language processing now, how come autocorrect is still so ducking shorty?

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