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hot take: moms need to learn how to listen to and comfort their daughters without making everything about their own traumas
This film is heavily inspired by my time working in a 24/7 cafe last summer. Amongst the typical trials of graveyard restaurant life, I was dealing with some sticky home situations, the passing of my grandma, and some other events that really overwhelmed me. Upon returning to school, I wanted to make something really positive. There was this point where I realized that you’re never alone in pain, and knowing that other people are dealing with heavy things really helped me. It by no means solved my own issues, but there’s this sort of silent empathy that we can all take part in. -n
(on depression and chronic pain, and those without it.)
Ignorance is Bliss
I had never truly understood the saying
“Ignorance is Bliss,”
The thought of not knowing is terrifying
But then I let someone in, and saw it there;
“Ignorance is Bliss.”
She has lived a life in Difference.
I wonder often if I would like to be
“Ignorance is Bliss,”
For to love without its opposite has become my day-star wish.
So now I see her in her Difference,
“Ignorance is Bliss”
And evny how she must live in her bones,
For in my bones lives a thing unblessed with
“Ignorance is Bliss.”
It knaws happily at the displacement in my gut.
Now spilling these guts from your mouth makes her wish for
“Ignorance is Bliss.”
But the wish manifests as disgusted pity.
How could i ever make the world love me?
“Ignorance is Bliss.”
When it is shrouded in all of this?
And you wish to understand the saying;
“Ignorance is Bliss.”
i wrote this about a friend who would only ever feel sympathy not empathy and the effort of the explanation exhausted me. Her ignorance is blissful as she has never woke up tired in a physical and mental way, bone deep aches that have to be left unrelieved.
please never offer condolences, sweet nothings
so now i ask you to think, what do you feel, sympathy or empathy? sure you may feel more, but of the two? can you feel the anger, the sence of injustice lingering between the words? can you hear that i am desperate?
I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.
Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003
I wish you a place kinder than your past where fairies dwell and place smiling flowers within the shimmering hair of yours.I wish you love as sweet as nectar which percolates down in every lane of your heart and the sunbeams ask for your little assistance in lightening up the souls of every earthling.
- Her Schrödinger's Cat, Second Insight