november 2 wbb
At the end of Friday's dispatch from the void, I wrote this:
I like weddings. I remember telling a guy friend that twenty something years ago or something and his reaction suggested to me that he didn't like weddings and that he didn't think I should like weddings. I still don't know what that was about, but I think the implication was that it was feminine to like weddings.
I hate that I used to care about this stuff. I hate that I use alter my behaviour in order to conform with norms that I didn't believe in. I hate that I used to (I'm talking a long, long time ago) put so much stock in constructs that are designed to keep you from the best and truest parts of yourself. Being young is fun, but it's also really hard. People expect you to know so much and do so much even though you haven't been around long enough to know anything at all, really.
Advice: while you're letting the soft animal of your body love what it loves, please do me a solid and let yourself off the hook for not arriving in this world as a fully realized person.
🌲 gonna
🌼 go
🌱 touch drink
🌳 grass tea
🌷 now
PS: I'm rebooting DMail (or something like it). If you want to be part of history, drop your email address here: combatdavey.substack.com
Be good to yourself.
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