they tell you not to wear your heart on your sleeve, as if life isn’t already a thrift store, as if being human isn’t re-wearing and making a new home to universal experiences of grief, shame, humiliation, failure, oppression, love, hope, rebellion, and “radical” optimism.
nowadays corporate cultural milieu bleeds everywhere and stains every sphere of socialization…even friendships. as a social observer, does any sort of meaning other than transactional engagement occur at all?… or in this day and age, is yearning for intentional non-monetary/transactional meaning and relationships a desire to only a select few? the broken few? the nothing to loose few?
i know love/meaning/all that good shit that comes with human yearning exists everywhere, you know what i mean? everybody that is born has an innate desire to be seen and i hope we all do somehow and somewhere. even if we don’t, journaling is the best way to get started. to see yourself. trust me, read an entry 7 days after writing your first one and you will be baffled bc we be weird shapeshifting lizard brained mammals. alien to this planet, how the fuck did we survive for so long… (well, it does feel like societal collapse rn but i digress)
anyways, i will wear my heart on my sleeve but i also make sure to protect it. im not afraid of being soft at all, truly. i kind of love how attentive i am to the energies around me, it truly is a natural gift to be able to physically/in my heart, read the room, like i can feel it in my marrow, the atmosphere and potential tensions. i used to think it was all in my head until i realized i was kind of almost right all the time when predicting the environment, like about the level of hostility or lack thereof….
maybe its maybelline maybe its psychosis
in regard to “FeLiNg” energy, my hoodies be my saviour so many times if you relate… its like insulation
ps. i hate energy i wish i was an amoeba ❤
anywho
love you xoxo
cognitive chaos 