It drives me insane how many people dont realise how often they break the law and that if the full force of it was ever applied life would basically be unliveable. Like between traffic violations, petty workplace theft, account sharing and piracy alongside how common it is to have been in posession of some illegal drug at some point in your life. People still manage to get away with thinking “criminals” are people who commit crimes not just populations that are surveilled enough to be routinely prosecuted
I think ive said it before but you really gotta feel bad for oedipus that wanting to fuck your mother got named after him. He really did not want to do that . It is central to oedipus rex how badly he didnt want to do that. Dick move by freud
Yezidis hold photos of family members killed/kidnapped by ISIS as members of the Yezidi ethnic community from Iraq who escaped death and persecution at the hands of ISIS and fled to Canada hold a rally outside Queen’s Park in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, on August 4, 2019. The rally was meant to bring attention to the genocide being faced by the Yezidi people at the hands of ISIS. (Photo by Creative Touch Imaging Ltd./NurPhoto via Getty Images)
it’s kinda terrifying to see that coquette girls have brought nazi propaganda back. if you think it’s not thaat bad because people nowadays aren’t stupid enough to believe in it and that we should just ignore them… almost 10 years ago i was a 15 year old child going home at 10pm. some guy noticed me and i noticed it so i walked faster but at one point he was basically next to me and that’s when he approached me and asked me if im jewish. i asked why he would ask me such a personal question and he said „i can see it in your facial bone structure. you ARE a jew“. i was mortified because people always act like germany is so good when it comes to education about the genocide that jewish people have suffered from and how we do anything to „denazify“ germany and the mindset of germans. and we have obviously not succeeded
I’ve noticed that writing about my happiness comes much harder than the fluidity of writing about my sorrow. But my joy deserves as much attention and recognition as any other emotion I feel. I fear that in writing of it will diminish the experience. It’s happened many times that as soon as I admit the joy I feel it seems to slip between my fingers, in acknowledging it’s truth it’s like it makes it disappear. I love my joy as much as I love my sadness. They are both crucial parts of my human experience. They both allow me to share different parts of who I am. I don’t want to shy away from the joy that seems to be knocking at my door, i want to share it with others and let it come and go as needed. I’ve learned that no emotion is just one thing, I can be happy and feel sad. I can be sad and feel happy. I am not just one thing.
