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Physics is too hard maybe Thjs is not the path for me
Hey! You good!
You know me by my sideblog: then-ponder
Hi mathematician… I am in a field related to engineering/physics. Forgive me for my insolent shenanigans for I am aware we tend to irk you math fellows
Behold the universe!
I can’t talk to people I am bad at communication Verbal communication is awful for me
2yrs in university. Friends made: none
We need science literacy. Now.
But Please Plato . . . I am worthy .
Going through periods of health scares when I notice something about my body and think I’m dying but eventually it turns out to be nothing/normal but nonetheless doesn’t feel less scary each time
Perhaps I’ll learn to play the piano in the future
Bedside companions
The pattern persists and I see it playing Out how will it all end Will I save myself Is there something else for me
So lonely So so lonely Nothing but lonely So alone
Choice feminism only appears to be an attempt at upholding the status quo under the patriarchy while preaching to women they’re empowering themselves. How does one truly argue these acts are empowering or feminist? Step back from the make-up example but think about the number of cultures and religions globally that have a rigid adherence to patriarchal gender roles— many women within these cultures happily do make choices that leave them vulnerable, abused, degraded, and ultimately seen as lesser beings than men. But they made that choice… what would you say about the nature of that choice? Empowering? Divorce and marrying later in life or perhaps even not marrying at all is a choice many women can make but what are the social repercussions of that? Can women make certain choices without being demeaned by those around them? Can they divorce or live a child-free life while being seen as a whole and fulfilled human?
I think of the 4th spatial and maybe I should begin writing sci-fi short stories
That sounds lovely and would reflect my eerie dreams
How I wish I had a feast of potatoes placed forth in front of me .
I stand by awkwardly and look at the table. I notice there are empty seats and a part of me knows my seat awaits me but I can’t help but stand and wait for someone to beckon for me. Perhaps I don’t have a place unless someone tells me to have a seat. Perhaps I was always meant to stand and look at something I could never be a part of. Maybe I take a seat but it becomes apparent that I don’t belong. I don’t show it but I’m tired and longing to be a part of something and to be one of them. I’m hopeful to have a rightful seat at the table but then I am woeful at how that will never be me
I was born in the early 2000s and nostalgia plagues me today as the day I turn 20 approaches
No one has ever wanted to kiss me or hold me No one has been in love with me. And thus no one has loved me the way I want them to
Woe is you… and, what else?
Sappho, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)
Violent thoughts everyday
Wistful ache from morning to noon and sheer violence from noon onward