And it’s not just that, it’s the feeling of maintained integrity one has for oneself, it’s such an honest and healthy kind of pride to have! I kept hearing the adage that “principles can’t keep you fed” over and over while growing up. Even during University, and it was a fucking acting school. But having lived both with and without my principles, I’d rather die starving with my principles intact.
I have no use for the acceptance I’d receive from such fearful, hateful and greedy people. Thanks, but I’d rather love life and its infinite diversity.
I was talking more from the perspective of trying to exist within the patriarchal system, healthy cohabitation is functionally impossible. Even if one tries to walk the edge in between, one will only end up with lacerated feet.
Maybe not raw Diogenes, but he did have something going on there!
I mean, how can one look upon what we’re doing to each other and not go “what the fuck,” y’know? At least a little bit, like under their breath, so as to not be smacked by Daddy for asking relevant questions.
They tried. Oh, sibling, did they try…
And the worst part is that you’re fucked either way. If they manage to get you to murder your own soul, you’re a husk. If they don’t, you’re a pariah.
Living life as a pariah isn’t so bad, normal people admire when your principles haven’t been cynically beat into the dirt
And it’s not just that, it’s the feeling of maintained integrity one has for oneself, it’s such an honest and healthy kind of pride to have! I kept hearing the adage that “principles can’t keep you fed” over and over while growing up. Even during University, and it was a fucking acting school. But having lived both with and without my principles, I’d rather die starving with my principles intact.
I have no use for the acceptance I’d receive from such fearful, hateful and greedy people. Thanks, but I’d rather love life and its infinite diversity.
I was talking more from the perspective of trying to exist within the patriarchal system, healthy cohabitation is functionally impossible. Even if one tries to walk the edge in between, one will only end up with lacerated feet.
“Stand a little less between me and the sun.”
-you
Maybe not raw Diogenes, but he did have something going on there!
I mean, how can one look upon what we’re doing to each other and not go “what the fuck,” y’know? At least a little bit, like under their breath, so as to not be smacked by Daddy for asking relevant questions.