Kemetic Fossil | Solitary | Bull of His Mother ixnay on the ormalfay
Him: You’re so focused on what’s ahead of you that you never look to what’s right in front of you. Stop looking for something else. See what’s here. Right now. You know how.
Me: Oof. Yeah, that’s… heavy but true. Okay, I can try.
Him: Don’t be like your mom either. You have feelings; feel them. You’re so tipped to be without emotions that you don’t know what they feel like anymore. Stop doing that.
lord, grant me the courage to not read the comments, the wisdom to not read the comments, and the molotov cocktail just in case i read the comments anyway
“Here is a hard lesson for you that you have to learn backwards if you are going to take any understanding forwards: If they won’t pay you for what you do because it’s “easy” for you to do, then you don’t do it for them at all. It is one thing to play around for the love of what you do, it is another to work to someone else’s standards. Love what you do and play to your heart’s content, but the moment someone asks if you can do it for them, answer with your fee.”
fun fact about me: When I was 6 years old I sent so much hate mail to the president (the second Bush) that the mail carrier had to tell my mom I needed to stop before we got FBI’d
I was COMPLETELY unaware of the US political scene or why the adults in my life hated Bush, but I knew I hated him because he let people shoot wolves from helicopters and that’s mean and shitty
I also had a poor grasp on how stamps worked, so given that I wasn’t allowed to continually throw money away by putting stamps on my presidential hate mail, a lot of the times I just drew squares with little pictures inside on the corner.
Love, love, love reading more proof that everyone should encourage the children in their lives to write to elected officials–it teaches them about citizenship and can also be very funny.
When I taught second grade, one of the options for students who had finished their work was to write a letter to the president. I would send all of the letters in a big envelope at the end of every month.
Watching my students get more and more frustrated with him (and concerned about his wellbeing) was not the result I’d hoped for when I came up with the idea, but it was kind of hilarious.
See, Obama had a standard packet with information and activities about his dog he’d send in response to letters from very young citizens…and of course his office sent one back to our class every single time we sent mail.
So eventually all of the letters looked something like this:
Dear President Obama,
I am writing about the environment. I am sad that the Great Barrier Reef is hurt. Also the Amazon Rainforest. Can you help? PLEASE DON’T WRITE BACK TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DOG AGAIN. WE ALREADY KNOW ALL ABOUT BO. WE COMPLETED THE MAZE AND COLORED HIM IN. It is good that you love your pet a lot. But try to remember the environment. It is also important.
the irony of the last post is that that is the sort of response i get every time i write to my senators. they’re like “sorry you wanted me to give a shit, but in the end, i did not give a shit”.
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