Having standards so high that it's humanly impossible versus being utterly alone and mistook us unfit into society.
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Normies dont understands how hard it is for a guy to be a puppy and a deer and a wolf and a raccoon and a dragonfly at the same time
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Polkadot
+ someone sayin 'they get me' actually pisses me off. no you dont wth
I need an intellectual orgasm
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Hunger arrives before speech. Longing before knowledge. And I've always felt like a fawn leaning toward warmth with a body that still mistakes trembling for movement,but it aint cute its desperate nd ugly af
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Forwarded from Frosty Siren
Okay, this is finally up.
Not a men vs women thing, not a lecture. A lot of us live in a bubble, tech, creative, liberal spaces, where things look fine for women, but there's a mindset that follows us out of it and into our own heads. I wrote a piece to show what it's actually like to move through the world as a woman, so you feel it instead of being argued at. Including what the "man-hater" is really reacting to, because it isn't hate, even when it sounds like it.
Please read the whole thing, it's one picture, and the pieces only add up together. Half of it out of context reads wrong.
If you've ever been confused why women say it's still not okay when it looks fine to you, this is the walk-through.
https://frostysiren.substack.com/p/on-being-seen?r=8ulkmq
And if it resonates, share it with anyone you think it might reach, women who'll feel seen, and men who genuinely want to understand
Not a men vs women thing, not a lecture. A lot of us live in a bubble, tech, creative, liberal spaces, where things look fine for women, but there's a mindset that follows us out of it and into our own heads. I wrote a piece to show what it's actually like to move through the world as a woman, so you feel it instead of being argued at. Including what the "man-hater" is really reacting to, because it isn't hate, even when it sounds like it.
Please read the whole thing, it's one picture, and the pieces only add up together. Half of it out of context reads wrong.
If you've ever been confused why women say it's still not okay when it looks fine to you, this is the walk-through.
https://frostysiren.substack.com/p/on-being-seen?r=8ulkmq
And if it resonates, share it with anyone you think it might reach, women who'll feel seen, and men who genuinely want to understand
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Forwarded from Unresolved Issues
I can't anymore. And its so sad because I remember when i used to can. I used to can so much. But now it is so out of reach. I try to can, so hard, but i just can't.
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If I run into another group of teenage boys speaking hood in public, I’m gonna use my knife
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"Bro called it communism because ‘I’m broke’ didn’t sound politically sophisticated enough." me questioning if I truly discovered Marx before or after my card declined 😭
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the type of person who will for sure stalk the music you listen to and try to figure out how you see everything based on the lyrics
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Sometimes you should convince your ego to be comfortable with the reality that you ain't unique in any way. Relay to it that it consumes from the very common menu, and fart the same
I’m, in fact, a remarkably good bullshitter. I can walk into a conversation knowing approximately two lines, three cues, and a vague understanding of what the subject is supposed to be, and somehow emerge looking like I personally wrote the textbook.
The trick isn’t actually knowing shit. It’s knowing 'just enough about what you don’t know' to avoid stepping directly into it.
I’ll catch a few keywords, remember one suspiciously specific fact, connect it to something vaguely related, and suddenly I’m speaking with the confidence of who has spent the last six months conducting field research. Meanwhile, internally, I’m basically running on a loading screen.
And the funniest part is that the more aware I am of my own bullshit, the better I become at selling it. I know exactly where my knowledge ends, so I simply stop walking there. I stay comfortably within the little territory I understand, decorate the borders with confidence, throw in a few thoughtful pauses, and let everyone else assume there’s a vast intellectual empire behind it.
There probably isn’t.
But they don’t know that.
And apparently, knowing that they don’t know is itself a form of knowing.
So there I am, explaining something I barely understand with the composure of someone who has been personally consulted by the laws of physics, while praying nobody asks the one follow-up question that requires me to actually know what I’m talking about.
Competence, apparently, is sometimes just confidence wearing a convincing disguise.
And mine has excellent posture.
The trick isn’t actually knowing shit. It’s knowing 'just enough about what you don’t know' to avoid stepping directly into it.
I’ll catch a few keywords, remember one suspiciously specific fact, connect it to something vaguely related, and suddenly I’m speaking with the confidence of who has spent the last six months conducting field research. Meanwhile, internally, I’m basically running on a loading screen.
And the funniest part is that the more aware I am of my own bullshit, the better I become at selling it. I know exactly where my knowledge ends, so I simply stop walking there. I stay comfortably within the little territory I understand, decorate the borders with confidence, throw in a few thoughtful pauses, and let everyone else assume there’s a vast intellectual empire behind it.
There probably isn’t.
But they don’t know that.
And apparently, knowing that they don’t know is itself a form of knowing.
So there I am, explaining something I barely understand with the composure of someone who has been personally consulted by the laws of physics, while praying nobody asks the one follow-up question that requires me to actually know what I’m talking about.
Competence, apparently, is sometimes just confidence wearing a convincing disguise.
And mine has excellent posture.
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