I don't know if this was unusual for a child to think about but when kids in media had bigger cooler homes and exciting lives and more friends and obviously more money than me it only made me sad. And I felt really aware of how the narratives were showing this off in a way that I was supposed to love? Like it was supposed to endear me to this cartoon child that they get a huge whimsical bedroom or they travel the world but instead I was six years old already feeling an emotion I only now understand was a sense of "wow fuck this asshole." Worse when the plot revolved around how unhappy they are about it.
I still see that most animated or otherwise fictional children have bigger houses than I've almost ever been in. If you really wanna relate to kids, especially NOW, you ought to have them crammed in a one bedroom efficiency apartment with a tarp over the rotten part of the floor, or a trailer with so many mice the whole family has to store everything in plastic containers and still rinse the little turds off the lid every so often. Where's all the black mold and perpetual flea infestations in kids fiction? You know the stuff real kids deal with
It's time to kill the idea that we can only grow and heal when we're uncomfortable. You heal every time you have a good conversation with someone. You heal every time you laugh. You heal every time something makes you smile genuinely. You heal every time you have fun creating something - anything. You heal every time you get so absorbed in something fun that you forget your struggles for a while. There is, in fact, lots of healing and growth to be found INSIDE your comfort zone.
random bitter aspiring authors on "writing advice" blogs: Don't make your main characters super special mary sues. don't make them better than other people or more interesting. your main characters should be boring average guys with the personalities of wood pulp
the Epic of Gilgamesh: Gilgamesh was objectively the best man ever. He was the hottest, sexiest, most gorgeous hunk of pure manly awesomeness that ever lived and he used a sword that weighed 120 pounds.
omg! A post for me!
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Don't scroll past this. If there's any chance someone from Nevada is following you, they need to see it. Get this as far as possible. Be loud. I know it's easy to feel hopeless right now; god knows I was crying my eyes out for a good chunk of last night, but if there's even a shred of action we can take, we can't let it slip by.
Tony Dog
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my mental image anytime i see someone leave this comment
These fucking essays I have to write for my animation bachelors degree man
90% of my day is me being nervous
on capitalist mospheira, a pizza party means "please don't form an association". in the democratic-feudalistic atevi western association, a pizza party means "we ARE your association"