Twow Theory

twow theory

It didn't change me, it made me. The fact that I was weird and queer and that my interests didn't align with that of other kids is a material reality. My interests still don't align with that of several people and that makes me uninteresting and sometimes even off putting to them. That's fine, why wouldn't it be. To burst the bubble the op refers to and be "accepted" I would have to not be myself, and that is not a price I'm willing to pay. I never was.

People (and kids) should always be respectful of each other, but we are bound to be guided by our interests, and if your interests an behaviors diverge from the norm, it's to be expected you'll be less frequently liked and celebrated... If you're not being bullied or harassed, why is that a problem? Why should that fuck someone up?

I'm not saying it's easy. Living is never without suffering, even for the well-adjusted, and it gets harder for the ill-fitting. But I reject the narrative that being the odd one out changes our trajectories. It makes them!! If most people won't, than it's up to us to seek out like-minded persons and to celebrate ourselves. Being faithful to your own interests makes for a beautiful journey, every time.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

Sand Snakes persuading Doran to go to war (failing tho)

beauty standards are so fucked up what happened to i love your body because it's you. what then.

it is wild to me that all the posts acting shocked that when polled, large amounts of tumblr’s userbase aren’t regularly getting smashed….

don’t seem to consider that alcoholism and addiction rampage through a lot of families, and people who choose not to drink, for example, are generally not doing it to smugly look down their nose at you lmao.

some of us have ‘straight edge’ adulthoods because our childhoods were anything but that.

I think of the Arya chapters in clash of kings really showing the worst of what the war can do to the smallfolks and in the middle of it, we have Arya being incredibly traumatized but also making sure to save people (even the worst criminals) and protecting younger little girls and not abandoning kids who are (probably) mortally injured and deciding someone else who also had an horrifying traumatizing thing happened to them because of the people she is being traumatized by should get justice first, before her own safety, and I cry.

I love Arya so much and her clash of kings chapters are all very difficult to read but they are so good.