I have to admit, my corner of tumblr seems remarkably passive about this past week. No freaking out, no mad panic, no “it’s the end of the world”
Just “meh” and “so lets move on and do what we need to do”
I have to admit, my corner of tumblr seems remarkably passive about this past week. No freaking out, no mad panic, no “it’s the end of the world”
Just “meh” and “so lets move on and do what we need to do”
I feel similarly to the tumblr poster. Not because I think people won’t die (people died from bigotry in the 00s as well), or that everything will be okay soon, or that nothing can happen to me, but because this is a survival mode I’m familiar with.
You keep going and you find the comfort and the joy you can, and you protect and support the people you can. Some of the most joyful environments I’ve ever been in were gay bars in red states when gay marriage was illegal, and it wasn’t because everyone there had a perfect life.
Thanks, I needed to read this comment. I’ve been struggling with a way to reframe my thoughts so that everything doesn’t feel so dire and futile that there’s no point in even trying. This helped a lot.