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Another thing I hate:
When you fuck up and people try to tell you didn’t.
Because I very obviously fucked up.
Like BIG TIME fucked up.
In front of 30+ people.
And they still have the audacity to tell you “you didn’t do bad” or “no one could tell”.
I just want someone to look me in the eye and say “yea, you fucked up. That was absolute shit. But you’re gonna kill it next time. So when you’re done crying, let’s go get waffle cones.”
I just really need some honest, passive aggressive support.
We are not, nor should we be, immutable.
All things change,
The seasons as the earth spins round the sun,
The wind as air heats and cools,
The symphony of sounds as day turns to night.
We are no different,
We can and should change,
And yet we rail against it.
We hold this notion that must alway know who we are and thus must never change,
Yet we still know the earth as the seasons change,
We still know the air as the winds change,
We still know the songs of day and night no matter how they change.
To know yourself does not mean you cannot change,
But simply that you must accept change knowing that regardless it is still you.