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September 29, 2015
We are terrified of our own kindness. Even if it's the most obvious choice, we still resort to pride because we feel safer with it. Safe from what, though? And do we think about the danger we're getting into, by avoiding kindness? I have so far spent the week trying to be stoic but ending up a ball of mush and crumpled emotions. Sometimes patience is tiring, and anger becomes this sultry, irresistible thing, which if you succumb to just makes you feel worse afterwards, or not. Whatever. I like thr quiet though. I just keep wishing for good vibes.