I’ve worked on the darkness of my mind for years and years, all to experience these small moments of minimal dissociation. Little by little, my mind is learning what it feels like to be filled with sunlight.
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SO. You guys know how a lot of the music played during the era of Woodstock was very pro-civil rights? Just common knowledge at this point i think.
I ended up getting Really Into classic rock recently (You sit down and listen to the entirety of The Wall once and this happens... highly recommend btw.) and there’s one song that has been really getting to me.
I’d Love to Change the World by Ten Years After from ‘71
I heard a recent remixed version of the song a while back, by Jetta I think, and I was never able to understand the lyrics bc, ya know, remixed. And hearing the original. Wow. Okay. This song hits So Close To Home. Short, sweet, to the point: Tax the Rich, Feed the Poor; Until There are No Rich No More. (Yes, further in, it is an Anti-War song, but that’s even applicable.)
And well, this got some thoughts going for me. Positive ones potentially for the future.
So, back then was the Huge Civil Rights movements, AIDS epidemic, Stonewall, etc. (The Summer of ‘69 was a big one, Idk about the song, but the literal time? Yep.) And during that time, So Many People fighting were killed and silenced, but gained a public support (kind of, they at least don’t want us dying anymore).
And well, a generation passes, we’re back to where we were in the ‘60s and ‘70s. The young are yet again asking, “Hey, can we live?” While the rich are consistently fucking anybody who doesn’t have a million in their pocket over.
This thought came up: In the future, it’ll be good. The slow efforts that have picked up over two generations of people are building. We’re a step further than we were before. Sure, it seems hopeless right now with how harshly they’re attacking civil rights.
But keep in mind: The Kids Are Okay.
Once those kids are all grown up, with how hard they’re fighting, one day these kids are going to be in control. They will be the generation of change.
I’m sure by the time we’re all old and tired of fighting, we’ll finally have some good come around and finally live comfortably. These kids are pushing hard against those towering over.
And hell, I shouldn’t be saying ‘kids’. They’re nearly adults and some even at my age (early 20s). They’re already working their way up. They’ve recognized the hostility.
Now in the days where there are protections in place, movements will happen.
One day, perhaps within the next twenty years, things will be okay. Life and happiness will be attainable no matter how far away it seems right now. If you keep up and keep fighting alongside them, you too will be able to see this.
And honestly, this thought is keeping me going now.
The world may be hostile right now, but as generations have seen, we will keep moving up as history repeats itself. It may be bad currently, but we will survive.
One day, within our lifetimes, it will be okay. Don’t quit now.
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Nothing breaks Simon’s heart more than seeing you cry.
He hates it, it makes his skin crawl, and he feels helpless.
He watches the tears roll down your cheeks, leaving shiny streaks down your face. Your eyes red rimmed as you wipe at them furiously with your hands.
He feels terrible as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. One hand on the back of your head pressing your face into his large chest. The other around your waist, holding you tightly against him.
His grip tightens when your knees give out, both of you slowly sinking to the floor. Until he’s on his knees trying to hold you together, trying prevent you from shattering to pieces in his hands.
His lips press to your hair as he rocks you slowly back and forth. Soft murmurs fill your ears as he tries to assure you that it’ll be okay even though he knows it very well might not be.
He holds you, long after his legs start to ache, his muscles tense from being in the same position for so long. He listens to your sobs quiet, your breathing slowing as you manage to calm down.
The soft “sorry..” that comes from you makes Simon feel sick. You should never apologize for showing emotion, for being human. For experiencing sadness.
Rage bubbles in his chest as she listens to you try to explain your emotions away, listens to you apologize for “falling apart” and saying “it won’t happen again.”
Simon suddenly wants to rip whoever made you feel like you couldn’t express hurt to shreds. To feel them shake beneath him as he makes them take back what they said to you. Makes them say sorry for making you feel like you weren’t allowed to cry.
But he doesn’t show you how upset he is that someone had made you feel like you can’t cry. He doesn’t tell you hoe his knees have gone numb from kneeling on the hard floor. He just continues to hold you, his arms sore.
As you collect yourself all Simon wants to do is see you smile. To see your lips turn up in even the smallest smile. So he does what he does best in situations like this.
“What do you call an angry veggie?” He asks, pulling back ever so slightly so he can see your face.
“Uh…” you pause, your face scrunched slightly, “what?”
“A steamed veggie,” he grunts, and for a moment he’s worried he said the wrong thing. But then your lips twitch, and a small smile breaks out on your face. along with a dramatic roll of your eyes has Simon letting out a small breath of relief.
Simon hates to see you cry, but he also loves being the one to make you smile after.
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fairly long vent about friendships as a warning
watching my brother interact with his friends is just so mind-blowing because it's amazing and everything I'd want and yet I've never been able to get anything close, honestly wouldn't think it possible if I didn't see my brother manage it so successfully.
he'll just drop over to their houses for the night organised in that day. go to a house party at least once a week because his friends throw them all the time and they always want him there. even now we're in holiday on a different continent and his friend happens to be on holiday nearby, so she just invited him over for dinner at their resort and her mum is willing to pick him up from town and bring him back to eat and chat with them and it's just so amazing?
and I just... want it so much. I know it takes a certain amount of confidence to suggest these meet ups, but I've done that. Nobody's going to invite me so I've pushed my limits and done the suggesting. And that's where the difference in our friends really shows, because his will do everything they can to make it happen and the two of them can find something that works and have a great time! whereas all my life, if I suggest hanging out with my friends, all I get is 'yeah we totally should do that!' and so if I want it to happen, I have to make it happen, I have to work around their schedule to suggest a time, date, activity and by then it's got to be 3 weeks away or something because they won't suggest dates or reply quickly or anything to make it easier to actually do it. And there's only so much of that I can take before it doesn't even become worth it to meet up with them, because all I get is the vibe that they don't actually want to meet, they're just doing it because I've organised it for them. (Not to mention the times where I've organised it, shown up, then half of them are no shows and only say they're cancelling last minute when I chase them up)
It's just so frustrating, I just want friends I can meet up with and do stuff with, friends I'd happily call with at anytime, even if I usually hate impromptu calls, friends whose houses I could just drop over at and friends who would invite me places without making it seem like a burden or an afterthought to invite me. I literally just want to be close with someone and yet I've never fully managed it
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