Also apparently Gail got nervous and uncomfortable and backed out of talking with my mom. I hope she’s doing alright. I suppose it hadn’t crossed my mind much, I don’t feel like I really offered much. And I don’t think I even mean that in a self detrimental way idk

And the last few tweets I’ve been talking as if relationships are purely transactional which obv isn’t the case but yknow, I just have a hard time wrapping my ahead around someone struggling over me. I guess parents/brother, but they seem like really weirdly attracted to me

Very inconsistent feeling right now. Manic focus, followed by binging and lethargy, this all fucking sucks

I am missing a social role pretty hard right now. Only people I talk to are Muz, isaiah, and parents. Muz is fine for focused convo about subject, but not very good critical thinking or problem solving or life skills. Cant talk personally. Parents are parents,

Often out of touch, or pressuring, or just not able to talk to. Isaiah has a bunch of his own stuff to deal with lol, fine to chat with ig.Missing someone to talk more personally about things with, that can relate and offer perspective.Haven’t been good with reflection lately too

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But no society is really anxious to have that kind of person around. What societies really, ideally, want is a citizenry which will simply obey the rules of society. If a society succeeds in this, that society is about to perish.

The obligation of anyone who thinks of himself as responsible is to examine society and try to change it and to fight it—at no matter what risk. This is the only hope society has. This is the only way societies change. -James Baldwin

The paradox of education is precisely this—that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated. The purpose of education, finally, is to create in a person the ability to look at the world for himself, to make his own decisions,

to say to himself this is black or this is white, to decide for himself whether there is a God in heaven or not. To ask questions of the universe, and then learn to live with those questions, is the way he achieves his own identity.

That growing movement which is called industrial or vocational education now hangs in the scales. If it is so construed in practice as to produce merely more competent hands for subordinate clerical and shop positions, if its purpose is shaped to drill boys and girls into certain

forms of automatic skill which will make them useful in carrying out the plans of others, it means that instead of nationalizing education in the spirit of our nation, we have given up the battle, and decided to refeudalize education.

John Dewey

numb

I’ve had an interesting last two days. I submitted my project on Thursday morning, and my plan previously was to begin studying for my exams in a few days. I’m not entirely sure what happened but I kinda just shut down. Thursday was bizarre and completely unproductive.

Friday was even more bizarre. I woke up with a terrible headache, laid in my bean bag for 4 hours, finally took an Advil and ate something. I watched philosophy videos which I haven’t been able to do for a long time, and that was really nice but also I was in such a haze,

I’m not sure “enjoy” fits very well. I never even turned on the lights. These days felt terrible. I overate so much, and I don’t know why. The project took so much out of me I think, fuck. I’m going to try to study now, as my first exam is in two days. :/

As an immediate repository for my reflections, and was able to receive feedback and support. I could obviously receive that now from other sources, but my current support group I don’t feel very comfortable with that, nor do I think I’d get much out of it.

So for the time being I’ll be learning how to handle that on my own. And I’ll have to get used to the fact that maybe I don’t have much to say for a bit, and that can be fine. However, I think it’s important I don’t let myself fall into emotional repression or numbness,

as I’m aware my hobbies of staying alone inside with videos and games tends to do to people. I’ll continue keeping a close eye on my mental health, and allow myself to grow, but not push myself needlessly out of my comfort zone.

Lately I’ve been exploring music more as an aesthetic pursuit, and I’m excited for the semester end to continue that more deeply.

The last few days I’ve had feelings that led me believe I had feelings to process about Gail again, but every time I tried I wouldn’t have anything to say. And I think now I’m realizing that I was just feeling sort of emotionally vulnerable and reflective, and those emotions

had become associated with Gail recently due to the breakup, but can also just exist on their own too. It’s been easy to just default to “oh I’m feeling emotional? Must be about gail; let’s process”

But now that nothing is happening on that front, I’ll have to turn to other sources or lenses to process. That’s obviously more healthy and realistic long term, but is a difficult transition. And for multiple years while I was with Gail I would have our relationship

I lack resources to turn to when I just want to talk about things, it’s boring. I feel like when I have an interest I want to discuss it’s split among a bunch of different people, which is just kinda not ideal. Like hearing different perspectives is fine, I don’t have an issue

With multiple relationships. The trouble is when I feel like my interests are segmented. It was nice being able to just dump whatever I was curious or thinking about at the time into one person, or at least feel comfortable enough to do so.

To be honest I’m not sure if that’s really the issue, but it’s the first thing that came to mind. I’m not even sure if that’s healthy to desire, and could potentially be super draining and unfair to the person receiving. I do miss the critical feedback though.

I am very unsure of the future. Job shit sucks, and I often hate the idea. Dreadful, frustrating, annoying, depressing. I don’t have much else to say for now.

I feel as if I should take some time to think and reflect on things, but I’m not sure I have much to say for now. I’ve settled on an eating plan with much more structure and that has been going really well. I don’t really think at all about Gail anymore. I’m bored sometimes.

I feel like I’m lacking in recovery hobbies now. Before I could just hang out with Gail and that was comfortable, safe, and chill. But now I just have games, videos, and that stuff demands a sort of brain activity even if it’s not very much.

posting this here bc idk if i have the courage for politics main

One thing that worries me about anarchist ideals is their path to implementation, and the lack of regard for consequences among anarchists in general. For instance, while I find anarchist ideas about learning compelling, I worry that the hypothetical process to implementation

would merely embolden the wrong kinds of people and actively be more oppressive. Assuming anarchists would even involve themselves in electoralism, they would favor policies that would deregulate schooling, especially on the federal level. Unfortunately the largest group helped

by this would be reactionary republicans raising children with christian education, previously constrained by regulation. While anarchist projects could be pursued, the vast majority of people impacted would merely be fed religious dogma and reactionary politics.

pretty sure i'll never find any job/career/work fulfilling and thats really fucking annoying considering the amount of my life I'll have to dedicate to it just to keep surviving.

I actually can't comprehend how people will work more than the essentials just to do shit like vacation or kids or some shit. like i understand you like that stuff but how is the opportunity cost worth that shit what the fuck.

not like most people really have much of a choice w/ 40 hour week (what the fuck.) but still just retire earlier or something.

bummed :/ numb :/ emotions suppressed :/ food is wack :/

last 3 days have been miserable - calories having candy around sucks :( fucks with my shit so hard, no nutrients, all the cals

It’s a time sink and feels ridiculous to work for scraps now even though after my degree I’ll likely be earning far more. I don’t buy the shit about it improving me as a person, it’s just teaching me to be a lapdog for authority.

It would be good for me socially, like forcing me outside, but I could do that in a number of ways that don’t involve me being a wage slave.

I have submitted a number of applications and stuff, but it just sucks idk. It’s embarrassing and humiliating and dehumanizing to sell myself like that. I really dislike that shit.

That being said, it sucks that my mom has to tutor for extra money for me. They’re well off and capable it’s just like really shit. I hate that this is what I have to look forward to in life.

I have a lot more feelings about this but nothing more to say rn ig.

I don’t know what to do about work. Not like long term, although that is undoubtably a challenge too. My mom wants me to get a job and help pay for my apartment. I really enjoy having large amounts of free time, and I also enjoy feeling competent in classes.

Working is daunting, and gross, and very uncomfortable. Clearly this is coming from a place a privilege where working is an option, but my preference would be for everyone to have that freedom. In my eyes I’m being spared an injustice that most people have to face.

At its best I felt understood and cared for. At its worst it was a nuisance and induced self consciousness (in the bad way). I’m trying to be fair and balanced in my description not to be rosy retrospection. I may be overly equivocating, obv the benefits were better,

Otherwise I wouldn’t have stuck around. And I think it’s reasonable to miss the nice parts without necessarily missing everything or even wanting it back.