“women r so impossible to understand” maybe because you 1. Refuse to see them as multifaceted people 2. Willfully misinterpret kindness as sexual willingness 3. Willfully ignore displays of disinterest and discomfort
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.
The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.
No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.
I don’t mean to sneak, but I sneak. I hardcore sneak. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been sneaking around, and I’ve never even meant to.
I walk into a room and say hi, my mom jumps. I come to my doorway to say something to my roommate, and she jumps. I ask someone a question, even in a crowded room, and half the time they jump.
There was one time I was walking along, in broad daylight, and someone looked up from walking along… and jumped.
Broad daylight!
I’m not even sneaking in the dark. I’m sneaking around, unseen and unheard in plain sight.
I don’t even know how I do it.
It occurs to me that this is something a ghost might say, if they didn’t know they were a ghost.
Shoutout to those who forget easily because of a mental illness they have
Shoutout to those who forget easily because of an accident
Shoutout to those who forget easily but dont have any reason behind it
Shoutout to those who forget easily
Its okay to forget. Yes, the thing you forgot may be important but you’re human and humans forget things. You can’t help it. It’s alright, me and a lot of other people are here to support you.
