“In ideologies there is not Jesus: in his tenderness, his love, his meekness. And ideologies are rigid, always. Of every sign: rigid. And when a Christian becomes a disciple of the ideology, he has lost the faith: he is no longer a disciple of Jesus, he is a disciple of this attitude of thought… For this reason Jesus said to them: ‘You have taken away the key of knowledge.’ The knowledge of Jesus is transformed into an ideological and also moralistic knowledge, because these close the door with many requirements. The faith becomes ideology and ideology frightens, ideology chases away the people, distances, distances the people and distances of the Church of the people. But it is a serious illness, this of ideological Christians. It is an illness”—Pope Francis
“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.”—Kyoko Escamilla (via skeletales)
I’m stepping on a line that divides the sane from the insane, the wild vs. the tame, and the responsible from the reckless.
At times I just want to be free, experience everything out there, brush off every expectation and just go crazy for a while. Then I realize where I live and how much I depend on things and things depend on me and I come back to Earth in an effort to structure myself into a neat package.
But none of it lasts very long because both cravings pull at me just the same. Sometimes I wish someone would come and pull me in, no matter what direction, it would give me an excuse to stay in one state at a time.
But the reality is that I’m stuck, and probably no one holds the power to get me out of this limbo but myself.
People who hold you accountable for doing something wrong when you were completely unaware there was a problem.
Okay look dude, I look like such a dumb ass when I talk to you hella casually and you put me out for something that I didn’t even know bothered you.
If I do something wrong, or just do something that makes you uncomfortable, call me out. I’m not into playing games, mind reading, self gauging, line drawing, “you should know better” crap. You just tell me, and I’ll cut it out.
But really, don’t expect me to know something because I’m so clueless most of the time. And don’t wait to be upset to finally speak up. ok?
I thought about going about this in a sarcastic and brutal way, but then I remembered how being in retail has taught me to be polite even in the worst of circumstances. So, in keeping with the theme of this blog, I’m going to clue some of you in on the Do’s and Dont’s of shopping in a retail…
40 years from now, I and most of the people I associate with will be 60 years old.
And chances are we’ll split ways dramatically but can you just imagine how epic reuniting will be?
Like holy shit reuniting with your 60 year old friends. Being so old that all the problems and anxieties you had in your twenties seem laughable.
And all you can really remember was that one time you stayed over at their house and heard them snore their ass off all night and not let you sleep. Or that time you met up in the city at Pride and ended up drunk that night being groped by strangers, the Christmas parties, 4th of July’s, and that awkward moment when someone from the group of friends dated someone else from within the group until they realized it was totally awkward.
Okay okay anyway. It’s nice to know things will be so beautifully nostalgic when we get old. After all, we take nothing with us into or old age except our memories.