the amount of times I've been (rudely) made fun of for using 3in1 makes me so mad every time I think about it.... bc like........ predatory capitalism will get you around every corner. I can't just be myself and be happy about it. tv, books, ads, family, friends, etc. everywhere you go. everyone's been brainwashed into thinking buying stuff and doing what rich ppl say makes you better. like idk I'm sorry but I TRULY do not care about materialism or looks. attractiveness to me, comes from confidence and a kind personality. it has nothing to do with how anyone looks, or what they buy and have. doing stuff to make YOURSELF happy is amazing. doing stuff to make a point to others that you're better than them.... idk man... seems like a waste of time trying to fill a pot that has a leak and could fully break at any time.
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K wtf why am i blocked by so many ppl that used to be so chill like is this rly because i blocked 1 (ONE) ex friend for being invasive and creepy to me multiple times despite me staying quiet abt it and everybody just took them at their word without me even knowing. Like bro its fuckin tumblr whatever
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wanting to be funny and get called mike (short for microphone) vs there is a guy named mike in my head. not even short for anything why are you named mike!!
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I think a lot of my anger at society is just a projection of my anger at the people throughout my life who never cared as much about me as I cared about them and who never noticed how much more support I needed than I ever indicated because I didn't know how to ask for it. All I knew, and still know, is that other people were getting something that wasn't being given to me on a regular basis because of opaque reasons like 'oh it's Kristen she's always on top of her shit/strong/smart, she can figure it out, she always has' or 'but you never asked for this specific type of help/support' even though I never was given the language to describe what I needed.
And I hate how this realization is making me realize that I still don't know what a passion or internal motivation is and that whatever I've been doing for the past year has not been any type of passion or motivation, it's primarily anger and hurt and desperation for any sliver of hope that I'm wrong about my current worldview. And sure parts here have shown me that parts of my worldview have been flawed and I'm very grateful for that, but the flip side is that those parts are over painted by other parts that have so dramatically reinforced this point of view that I logically know is not true.
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