I'm Just Going To Leave This Here, Because This Woman Said What I've Been Trying To Articulate For Ages

There was a girl sitting on the bench

Her hair fell into her face

And covered her eyes

everyone who sat next to her asked her why

Why she let her hair mask her beauty

She answered simply

“You would drown in my eyes”

They laughed and asked her to show her face

“no” she replied every time

They taunted her, and grabbed her hair

She had long since stopped trying to stop them

When her eyes were uncovered

They stopped laughing

Her eyes held oceans beyond comprehension

Her left held a furious image

of the waters revolting

Her right held a serene scene

of the waters relaxing

They all ran before they drowned in her eyes

I watched this happen time after time

One day I sat beside her

I did not ask her to move her hair

“Why are you silent”

“I only want company”

I sat next to her everyday

We spoke of many things

But I never asked her to move her hair

And she never asked me to move mine

I sat beside her, but she looked different

Her hair was pulled back

“You won’t drown. I won’t let you”

All I did was move my own hair back

And let my night skies mix with her oceans

When I can’t go to sleep because I’m thinking of things I need to do and my anxiety is too loud, I just tell myself that either I get up now and do something about it or I stop worrying about it. About 80% of the time, it works to help me fall asleep.

Spite is a valid motivator

An explanation and an excuse are not the same. You don’t have to forgive someone for either of them as well.

What is life if you never fall out of a spinny chair

It’s too lonely to think that no one thinks as deeply as you do.

If you are stuck,

Take a step back

Take a breath

Clear the board

And start again

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and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful.

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I was babysitting for my mom’s cousin and there were supposed to be a couple more kids than hers. I was not told I’d be looking after about 9 kids (fortunately 2 of them were old enough to mostly look after themselves) while the adults were outside having free time. I had only ever babysat my two cousins who were enough of a handful so adding five kids to the mix was a lot for me.

Anyway, one of my cousins and her three friends come in to the playroom. They are upset and two girls are crying. I get the story that they were playing with a microphone and there was a little bit of a fight over who got it next. One of them accidentally hit another with it. The other girls are saying it was on purpose. Eventually I am able to get the girl who was hit to calm down and get everyone but the girl who accidentally hit her friend to go downstairs for a bit. The last girl is crying and telling me it was an accident. I immediately tell her I believe her.

And guys, she looked at me like no one had ever said that to her. There are plenty of details from that night I don’t remember but I will never forget her face. I felt like I was the first adult (pseudo adult? I was like 19) to tell her that I believed her.

So don’t automatically assume kids are lying or anything. Or that they are upset for some stupid reason. Even if it is a stupid reason to you, it isn’t to the kid. They have a lot less life experience to pull from and their brains are still growing.

I sat with a crying second grader today. (The age range is outside my wheelhouse but I was the most convenient adult.) He was crying, the other adults said, because his brother took a phone he was playing on. “Phone addicted,” everybody said. “If he would get up and play games with the other kids he wouldn’t be crying.”

He told me everyone lets his brother take things from him because his brother is younger, and doesn’t know better. He told me he doesn’t want to play because he’s tired, he has too many extracurriculars this summer and can’t get good sleep because “everyone in my camper is so loud when I’m trying to sleep.” He’s exhausted and only eight. His mom’s an acquaintance and told me she and the kid’s father are going through a separation — mom and four kids left the house to stay in a camper.

But people will seriously not listen to kids crying over seemingly minor things because on the surface it looks like a tantrum. If kids are given the space to articulate themselves they often will.

If you are scared to listen to a viewpoint, because it might change your mind, you need to reevaluate your own viewpoint.