Why do people cate about race so much 😒
Plus why does the races of my friends matter especially in school like just cuz I don't act a certain way suddenly none of the girls my race wanna be friends cuz they think im "weird" since I'm not like them
Like come on I was showing my mom what my friends looked like in the yearbook and instead of being like "omg now I know what they look like" she immediately went " so you have no black friends" like girl come on I got quiet after that and she tried to pass it off as a joke.
I swear my family is always making jabs at the things I enjoy and saying they aren't "black enough" I'm actually sick and tired of it.
My sister makes fun of me for listening to "white girl music" and when I tell her I don't like it when she does that or says stuff to joke about my blackness for some reason I'm in the wrong?
Like I will never joke about my sisters blackness or anybodies for that matter, but she does it to me and then gets mad when I say how it makes me feel. Like what
Nobody mentioned the races of my friends till recently, like what's up with that. I haven't lived in a set community for a while and I have diverse friends but for some reason since my friend group looks different to my moms or my dad's or my sisters it's wrong and weird. Make it make sense please.
This truly pisses me off and I'm pretty sure my family knows it but they just don't care.
Like at first my mom thought I was depressed and had no friends and now I'm getting made fun of because of the races of my friends... like can we actually be so fucking for real. My family will never get how much this bothers me and even if I told them I don't think they would care.
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watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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OK I saw a poll about something similar and now I am curious
-Assume it's a celebrity you like and that they haven't made a statement about this sort of thing.
-The celebrity in question is just casually out and about, they are not part of an event or panel.
-By "go up to them" I mean saying hello or asking for a picture
-If you have to talk to them as part of your job it doesn't count unless you also ask for something similar to the above.
-This is a judgement free zone, there is no correct answer I am just curious.
Inspired by this poll
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I hope that the girl that sits across from me In English fucking dies
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thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……
you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.
one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.
twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.
but you’re captivated, all the same.
(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)
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