Pleasantville

*“What happened? One minute everything’s fine, the next…. what went wrong?”  “Nothing went wrong, people change.” “People change?”  “Yeah, people change.”  “Can they change back?”  “I don’t know, I think it’s harder.” * I will never understand people who not only cling tightly onto the past, but try to cage other people in it as well. People who cry out loud and run their mouths, filling comment sections with hatred for anyone who dresses differently or lives outside the narrow space, the so called ‘norm’ they have brought upon themselves and others. It’s so exhausting to see how quickly individuality gets targeted.  Seeing men support each other more than the woman who clearly has been hurt by them, people who stay silent, not because they don’t see what’s wrong but because they’re surrounded by single minded idiots who do not understand the difference between self-expression and disrespect. Watching people who are religious (and I mostly see this from white, superiority-driven, privileged Christians) using their religious texts as an excuse to feel appalled by any minor change, while constantly insulting just about anyone in comment sections.  I will never understand the people in my class who made fun of me, or one of my best friends just for having to leave class to go to therapy. They called her an ‘attention seeking cunt’ and reduced everything she was working hard on to a joke. Just like the time one of them made fun of a guy for wearing a winter jacket from a cheap brand, as if the price tag on your clothes somehow defines your worth as a person.  I already talked about empathy before. I genuinely believe that social media has made us all lose a big piece of our anterior insular cortex. A few months back, there was this trend on TikTok where people asked others to film them dancing, only to turn the camera around and make fun of them, from this point on I knew we were lost. And it makes me wonder, really wonder, how anyone ever is supposed to truly grow in a world like this. How do you truly evolve when judgement is louder than any kind of friendship or understanding? I know I’m not separated from all of this, but I’m AWARE of it and sometimes that awareness feels like a burden. Having a some sort of emotional understanding sounds like a good thing, until it’s not. What I keep coming back to is… how do people stay in a friend group where they do not feel seen, where they go along with things they don’t even believe in? I used to do that too. But at some point, I realised that I would rather be alone than surrounded by people who don’t care who I really am. But even being without friends for a while felt more honest than pretending to belong somewhere I didn’t.  I hope you’re all doing okay. Life is a bitch sometimes, but speaking as someone who lowkeuinely went through hell and back last year, I can say it does get easier to live with whatever burden you’re carrying right now. I’m sorry that my reviews are a bit jumbled up and not that great at the moment </3 but sometimes it feels a bit odd to just write two simple words under one instead of a whole paragraph. So sorry for not keeping that up either!!  Sending big, big hugs to anyone who needs one. Love you 🫂💕 𓂃⟡ ݁ 🍓 20/20 with vii ᵎᵎ ⁠˖⁠ ੭୧ㅤꠥ  𓏲ּ𝄢 🩰 March RANKED !! ˚⊱🪷⊰˚