so many people are afraid of giving their character in art or writing a double chin. like not even exclusively to the fat characters, snyone can have it. or even a soft jaw or a not defined jawline. why are you afraid of making them sexy
or sunken cheeks, wrinkles, laugh lines, acne, patchy facial hair for all genders and weird hairs and blemishes and asymetrical eyebrows and empty ones and “badly” shaped ones and bushy ones and dark under eyes and dimples and folds and rolls and some weird moles or
everyone is beautiful and no one is horny and nothing feels real and everyones afraid of growing older or growing up and not being the perfect youth idea being promoted and perfect skin and teenage tv shows and euphoria level pretty and arent you tired of creating hollywood stars rather than real people?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be frightening. I still want grandmas to think I’m a nice young lad. I just think it’s vital to my health that I am bewildering and slightly indecipherable
“Public libraries are such important, lovely places!” Yes but do you GO there. Do you STUDY there. Do you meet friends and get coffee there. Do you borrow the FREE, ZERO SUBSCRIPTION, ZERO TRACKING books, audiobooks, ebooks, and films. Have you checked out their events and schemes. Do you sign up for the low cost courses in ASL or knitting or programming or writing your CV that they probably run. Do you know they probably have myriad of schemes to help low income families. Do you hire their low cost rooms if you need them. Have you joined their social groups. Do you use the FREE COMPUTERS. Do you even know what your library is trying to offer you. Listen, the library shouldn’t just exist for you as a nice idea. That’s why more libraries shut every year
If this post persuades even one person to get a free library account and use it, my time on this hellsite will not have been spent in vain
i don’t think humans are inherently bad i just don’t. once i posted about how i can’t ever get poached eggs right and someone took time out of their day to send me tips on how to make them. they used their finite time on this planet to teach me how to poach an egg with no motivation other than helping a stranger have a better breakfast and if that isn’t proof humanity is worth saving i don’t know what is
was crying to a friend at a bar about leaving my academic program and this random woman came up to me and was like, “is it about a boy? tell me where he is. i’ll beat his ass.” and i was like omg no you’re so kind but it’s much weirder than that, i recently quit academia and i’m feeling extremely conflicted about it. she was nice but i fully expected her to leave because that’s a very niche thing and like hey, she was hanging out with her friends.
she sat down and spent the next several minutes telling me how it was all gonna work out and she knows my life is gonna be better now. just wait five years and i’ll see she’s right.
and i felt better about my specific problem, but i also felt better about a world where someone will see a stranger crying at a bar and her deepest instinct is to reach out and help.
The last time I was in the hospital to stay in. There was a lady in my ward who, when she overheard me talking to the doctor about Judaism, sat and woke up whenever I did and told me stories about her family and how they celebrated different Jewish holidays. She held my hand when I had to have different IVs.
When I saw spring awakening for the first time, the lady who sat on my row paid 58 pound on a cab to get me home because she saw me have a panic attack and didn’t want me hurt.
Humanity exists to breed humanity. The world is good sometimes.
Last semester, I had a science teacher who played music before class. I asked her what the name of the song was, and along with giving me the title, she also gave me the whole playlist where the song was from. It also had other songs she played before.
She’s not teaching in our school anymore, but when she emailed us our grades, she thanked me for being interested in her music taste and offered to give me recommendations if I needed it. She didn’t have to go or do that far, she didn’t even have to give me the playlist.
It feels nice; the playlist she sent me feels like I have a little piece of her.
The night before I left my study abroad in London, I ended up in the ER with a UTI. That was bad enough, but the real issue I was struggling with was that I was stressed to the max about how I was going to get to the airport the next morning, because the tube maps were still confusing to someone as directionally challenged as I am, and heaving suitcases up and down the stairs in the tube stations was difficult. This is relevant because, in the 6 or so hours that I spent in the waiting room for my test results, I befriended an elderly couple that was also there, and it turns out that their son was a cab driver. They promised me that he would be waiting outside my flat the next morning to take me to the airport. And you know what? He was. I got to the airport with time to spare and he helped me with my luggage and everything.
Another time, back in my home city, I was in danger of not being able to continue my schooling if my financial aid didn’t go through. Problem was, my university’s financial aid office is cruel and uncaring, and refused to return any of my calls or emails. I finally went to the office in person to ask them if my request for continued financial aid had been accepted, and they said, “Eh, we don’t know, we’ll get back to you.” Completely defeated, I found an out of the way hallway to cry in.
Only, it wasn’t as out of the way as I thought. Another student saw me crying, and came over to ask what was wrong. I explained the situation to her, and her face hardened. “Come with me,” she said, and she marched me back into the financial aid office and demanded the clerk actually go look at my file to see if my request had been submitted. Once they went and retrieved my file, she patted me on the shoulder, said, “Good luck,” and left. I never saw her again after that, though I wish I could have bought her a coffee at least. She went out of her way to help me and I never even learned her name. (My request had been accepted, btw. Weeks prior. They just didn’t feel like telling me.)
There really is goodness and kindness in the world, but it doesn’t stop with us in these moments. We always have to remember to pay it forward, however we can. If you ever have an opportunity where you can be kind, or you can turn the other way, be kind. Always choose to be kind.
Kindness is even in the little gestures! So often strangers will see someone taking a photo or selfie of friends and offer to take it for them. People will hold open a door out of courtesy, wish you well when you sneeze, leave room for you while driving, and cut in line at a store.
People create things for free, just to make others happy. People build upon patterns, make improvements, offer solutions, write up tutorials, everything! The human urge to create and to help is really beautiful to me.
