cat laziness is so contagious. you’ll see your cat flopped on its back in your bed a completely comfy cozy baby and you’ll be like. you’re right. you make a compelling argument.
because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn’t make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.
even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like “rape”, “abuse”, “queer” or “racist”. cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify “rape” as distinct from “sex” and “racism” as distinct from “acceptable behaviour” and “queer” as distinct from “invert”
like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that’s hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.
FINN!!!! FIIIIIIINN!!!!! YOU ARE BEING EMOTIONALLY EVASIVE FINN!!!!! FIIIIIIIIINN!!!!!! THAT’S WHAT MARTIN USED TO DO!!!! FINN!!!!!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T BE LIKE HIM!!!!!! FIIIIIIIIIINN!!!!!
what are you even supposed to do when youre angry. cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now
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