asking “wait so what do you think I’m saying” mid-disagreement will replenish years of your life actually
PLEASE do this ohmygod. it’s saved so many days of the silent treatment for me on both ends. yes there is the chance that the person is immature as fuck, and refuses to believe you when you explain what you’re actually trying to say, but most of the time just hearing that explanation from both parties will make things instantly calm down.
this may sound radical but “some addicts are violent and unlikeable” can coexist with such ideas as “it’s bad to act like all addicts are violent and/or unlikeable” and “even the violent addicts deserve access to a full range of options for addiction management, including harm reduction”
the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it’s so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there’s a constant ghostly record of each generation’s thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there’s always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it’s been a long day and he didn’t mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn’t need to do that for my sake.
His response: “No, it’s my name now.”
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he’s immigrating and in the process he’s changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That’s why he’s now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: “It’s mine now. Not yours. I’m taking.” His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It’s his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
My own favorite paintings of centaurs in mundane situations include “The Centaur Playing with Her Child” by Otto Soltau and “A Centaur Playing with His Son” by Otto Bache
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