Letting Go Of A Crush: A Haiku

The Anti-Gluten-Free Trend is Laden with the Same Ignorance It Mocks.

https://www.health.harvard.edu/staying-healthy/getting-out-the-gluten • Until recently, celiac was UNDER-diagnosed. • With greater awareness the trend has caused, people with symptoms have reached out to their doctors, and tested positive. • Many such "on-trend" people found out their IBS was misdiagnosed, to the point that it is now required to rule out celiac before diagnosing IBS. • You can have a gluten-intolerance without celiac. Much in the same way that many people are not allergic to milk, but have lactose-intolerance, and we don't smugly ask "do you have a milk allergy" if they order substitutions, and then dismiss them as stupidly following a trend if they don't SPECIFICALLY have a milk allergy. • When people notice they have digestive issues common of lactose-intolerance, we don't judge them for self-diagnosing a lactose issue, but if someone experiences a similar situation with wheat, we stand ready to mock them, behind their back or otherwise.

Ever wake up after having spoken to multiple people and have, like, a socializing-hangover? "I feel so different...oh god I talked to people last night...what did I say, what did I do?..but it was fun, right?.."

"I'm not shy, I have social anxiety." -Me to other people "...unless I find you attractive, then yes, I am also shy." -Me finishing the sentence in my head.

Those Logical, Honorable People Who Remain Neutral.

People are so well-aware that not being held accountable is to the advantage of the perpetrator in situations of injustice that we have sayings built around this concept, such as "getting away with murder." But they still pretend to not understand that they're helping oppressors when they remain "neutral." You're full of shit. Stop lying.

Every time my hooded eye-self looks at makeup techniques or inspo.

Fuck ageism. When I get old, I'm gonna be like "DAMN, these are some FINE lines."

✊ @eyesnheart #strongresilientindigenous #warriorwomen #riseup #reclaimyourpower

It's Not Just You, Supporting Your Suicidal Loved Ones. They're Supporting You Too.

I'm going to toot my own horn here, indirectly remind others with depression how great their work is, and directly tell those who are not suicidal to appreciate the work we do. Conversations about the relationships between suicidal and non-suicidal people are almost always framed as what *you* are doing to support *us.* That's an important topic, but talking about it to the exclusion of what *we* do for *you* is detrimental. There's an important element that suicidal people are constantly attacked for non-adherence, but when we *do* adhere to this unofficial "rule," we don't get recognition, much less respect and appreciation for it. We work our asses off to keep the struggle going FOR YOU. We don't want the people we care about to be sad. So we continue to live a life that is bad enough to prefer death (or, for many, not prefer death per se, so much as we want something to end, and death is or seems like the only way to achieve ending it). We could be doing this for a single day or several years, and everywhere in between. It's exhausting, mentally and physically. I have never had a job that was as hard as staying alive when I have an illness that literally makes me want to die. It's WORK. I don't have to put that work in. None of us do. If you have an at-risk loved one still hanging on, odds are it's because of the intensely difficult labor they put in to make sure you don't have to deal with loss just yet. Treat them like who and what they are. Treat them like someone who is immensely considerate of you, who routinely sacrifices what they want for you. Treat them like someone who has a hard job with long hours. Treat them like someone who has a chronic illness that is more manageable at some times than others.

Random people: "You get to go to college for free since you're Native American, right?" Me: *cries a slow, single tear as the wind picks up my hair and a flute plays mournfully from nowhere*

The character development for Steve in Season Two was like anti-nausea meds for the vomit-inducing teen soap that was Nancy's love life in Season One.