I’ve become that bitch who’s been in her new house for months and months and can’t get hang a mirror. it’s still sitting on the floor. Also, I think I’ve been her all along.
Catch me 3, possibly 2 years ago, and I would’ve been zooming in at that girl, or neighbor, or friend who’s moved in their new place and just can’t seem to get it together, and I’dve been judging her hardcore. ‘what a cliche’ I thought of them, ‘just do it. this is your new house – make it happen already! what’s your deal, do you just not care how your environment looks?’
well I’m dumb.
yal, she was doing her best. you’re doing your best. AND I AM TRYING. she was too, and now I know.
only through experiencing this myself was I able to understand LITERALLY what she was talking about. how dos one just make a house a home all in a hurry. there’s no time because of life things! there’s no money! there’s too many ideas, there’s not enough ideas! there’s handmaid’s tale to watch and dogs to walk and kids to keep alive and fig trees constantly dying. there’s paralysis and anxiety and I don’t know if I want the fucking mirror there because I want A DIFFERENT MIRROR syndrome.
this is 100% relative to my concerns as a non-struggling privileged lucky white woman. put the context of the particular problem aside, and isn’t this the way it all goes. until you experience something yourself that’s different than what you thought, it’s difficult to understand another’s perspective. it’s silly to think the way you conceptualize of things is correct 100% of the time. you are not so many things – you’re pretty much just one thing. you can’t ever assume to know what someone else is going through – because the world is full of totally gnarly combinations of DNA, like approximately 7.5 billion and none of them are right. each person is just another snowflake in a blizzard. special and different, YES. right, nope.
glean from this what you will. I’ve had half a gummy and a delicious shrimp dinner so I can show you the world, shining, shimmering splendid.
so many people are afraid of what they don’t know right now. just fear of the unknown + some stories they’ve told themselves about what could be — and acting on that fear often leads up to one acting like the bitchiest bitch of all.