Ha! I can feel everything!
The qualification of suffering is the primary distinction of a critical and ubiquitous denial plaguing even the most educated and successful people in our country—promoting an invisible segregation which furthers the excuse that recognizing complexity is a valid substitute for inaction. The stimulus for these dismissive and selfish decisions can be traced to under-developed emotional intelligence—usually the inability to accurately identify and respond to the larger fluctuations in the normal emotional spectrum, instead choosing dissociative behaviors or solutions to provide explanation and a solution (even if only temporary). These people are able to understand advanced concepts, perform highly in specialized areas, and lead normal, productive lives according to public perception—yet their morality, a psychological structure that provides a predictable network between rational impression and emotional reaction, remains undeveloped since early childhood when the first alternative strategies for coping were adopted. The “tunnel-vision” of life that results is both depressing and frustrating to anyone who has worked hard to not fall into these traps, regardless of the stress or resultant isolation. A better and more honest understanding of mental health will not only expose the grand scale of this epidemic, but allow the treatment to shift from enabling—telling these people it’s “not” their fault, which is the exact same strategy they’ve been following their whole life—to allowing them the opportunity to change behaviors through grit, perseverance, and practice. Ignorance is not now, nor ever an excuse. Academic debate is not the pinnacle of intelligent discourse, merely a way to exercise and refine one’s position towards an ideal. When presented with a challenge, no matter how impossible, effort towards these ideals—the moral concepts that most able-minded people share, with “freedom” and “equality” towering above all else—is the ONLY honorable, respectful, and dutiful path towards real or lasting change. Categorization is a tool to create a map—not the front line. We are one. We suffer together. Fix it.
<h5>without him it’s just a yo</h5>
"Dude, is that him?"
"Nah. He doesn’t shake his tits like that."
bodies are for hookers and fat people. all I need is a stack of cash with a head strapped to the top.
What appears over the heads of the women to whom I wish to show my lust club…
Can’t we just skip the sex and go straight to the revenge?
goddamn it, dude, my anxiety only permits me to be witty for like five minutes max each week, and what’re the chances she’ll be around when that happens?