Why I’m Not “Good People”

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I’m not a nice person.

I’m not a good person.

I’m not a kind person.

This isn’t to say that I don’t ever try to be any of these three things.  I do, especially the last two.

It’s more to say that, for me, surviving in this cissexist, racist, ableist, heteronormative, classist, often fucked up world of ours has involved rejecting the idea that “good” and “bad” are static states of being.  I will never be a “good person” because, to me, “good” is not something that you achieve.  It’s an ongoing process that never ends.

It is, in fact, almost impossible not to be doing bad things as well as good when you are human and therefore flawed.  Especially when you are part of a messed up system, as we all are.

This, to me, is why it’s important to call out bad behavior, or hurtful language, or even…

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The Duff

 

I don’t believe in dreams.And yet they are my reality.ok that didn’t make any sense..at all..I have successfully managed to push everyone that cares about me away..and what sucks is that I’m happy with that.It sounds terrible when I say it outloud but solo is a tune I’m very very good at.Dont worry this isn’t one of those please feel bad for me rants.Im good.I just really love to dream.i can’t stop.

I don’t believe in them but I can’t stop.I need them.

I just realised I made NO sense at all.feel free to ignore this crap.

Oldest story

I’m not trying to figure out my life or anything like that..I mean I am..who isn’t..alright point here is I know what am doing here.its 1am in the morning here.I’m cold,I’m lonely and have some time to kill.  I’m experimenting.That’s supposed to be the oldest story in the book.

I want to be heard.