Has anyone else noticed how, when you have a chronic condition of some kind, that there’s always the basic assumption from people around you that you’re not already doing everything you can?
It’s all about the illusion of control. People who are healthy like to believe they can always keep being healthy if they do the right things. They don’t want to think about how good people get struck with terrible circumstances for no reason.
So they keep assuming that if they got sick, they could do something to make it better.
And if you’re still sick, that must mean you’ve done something wrong or not done enough.
Nail. Head. The same attitude can be seen in how a lot of people talk about poverty.
And about being fat (which isn’t a bad thing at all, but people act like it is).
They also like to tell themselves that if they poor/sick/etc, they would have amazing willpower to do everything right, wouldn’t ever slack off or give up, wouldn’t prioritize pleasure.. when in reality (1) that wouldn’t fix the problem, (2) nobody can do that and (3) that’s a terrible way to live and we shouldn’t push people to live like that.
I have talked before about how being okay with your own vulnerability and mortality and flawlessness is a prerequisite for acting like a decent person and this is a huge example of that.
the bad kids putting their own personal decorative choices in Riz’s office as the years go by. an old, signed electric guitar hung on the wall. a well made steel shelf with flowers etched into its sides. an infinite filing cabinet with it’s own magic sorting system. a colorful, crafty picture frame on his desk, protecting a picture of all of them as freshman after defeating Kalvaxus. an ornate model ship that sits in the window, with both halfs of a pair of friendship necklaces with their clasps rusted, hung on the sails. a metal wastebin with sharpie’d signatures on the bottom, which he finds turned upside down constantly
rinsing the sink, running the garbage disposal, fork balanced on bowl slips off and slides into the drain, subconscious reflexes kick in as I shut disposal off just in time, staring at fork, only conscious thought in brain is pitch perfect recreation, ten years buried, like i tripped and hit play on a dusty tape recorder lying forgotten in the room, of let’s do the fork in the gaaarbage disposal!! dingdingdingdidingdingding
POV it’s 2013 and at least one of your friends is chronically involved in the high school theater department
the full video is a work of art and a relic and I rewatch it frequently
