We all do, Wikipedia. So why don’t you just keep your judgmental shit to yourself?
Ag
From the American Psychological Association.
There are no guarantees in life. No way to predict with 100% certainty who might commit acts like the kind we saw today. And there is no way to stop every violent act even if we successfully identify those at risk and do our best to get them the help they need.
But don’t we have to try?
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Kintsugi—the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. The idea behind it is that the piece becomes more beautiful and valuable because it has been broken and has a history.
I will have worth, even though I am brokem right now.
I love this so much.
I am a bowl
Can they put gold in my brain?
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Yes, high school sucked, but…
Thinking you may be broken and weird when you’re in your teens is pretty common. Most people even sympathize, but when you feel that way when you’re in your thirties you have to accept that there’s a decent chance that it’s because you ARE broken and weird. And people still don’t want that around.
Feeling like you don’t fit sucks. Realizing after thirty plus years of not fitting that it may be more than a “feeling” sucks more.
Ag
Divorce Post: And…scene!
Hey, folks. I figured I was about due to update my journey through divorce. As always, your mileage may vary. Don’t follow the jump if you’re looking for the “ha, ha.”
What I learned today: Good News-Bad News Edition
Good News: I think i now understand that I will never find true happiness from things outside of myself. True happiness and contentment can only come from within.
Bad News: I’m dead inside.
Soooooo…moving forward from here is going to be fun.
Ag
Tropical Depression Update: One step forward, two steps back…and oh shit when I stepped back I fell in a hole filled with Depression Snakes who have Anxiety Venom
I’m continuing to update my journey for those who find value in it. Not many yuks ahead so your mileage may vary.
Tropical Depression Update -or- Well(butrin), That’s Just Great
Visitors to “Well That’s Just Great” who first arrived in the last few months probably have never been exposed to my posts related to what I lovingly call my “Tropical Depression.”
I live in Florida and I am sad. Get it?
