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me after kicking the ball during gym (we were playing volleyball)
Authority
Let me clear up a common misconception:
Being in a position of authority DOES NOT mean that you are always right. It means that you have proven yourself to be less wrong than the rest of us on a regular basis, and that we trust you with responsibilities where being wrong can be hazardous.
Authority is a position of power, yes, but it comes with a price: making sure we stay organized and don't fail. Since failure could possibly mean death, we expect you to be right most of the time. Just because we expect it of you, however, does not mean you are right automatically.
If you are wrong - and, being human, you will be wrong - it is our responsibility to show you. You will be called out because of it in front of everyone you have influence over, and it is your responsibility to say "I'm sorry," rather than "you're all wrong and I'm right." In fact, if you say such a thing, or show it by your actions, we will probably remove you from your position of power, because we can't trust you to be less wrong than the rest of us anymore.
Yet with all this responsibility packed into this job description, authority is still a highly sought-after position of pride and power instead of humility (for God knows why). The humility part of it keeps you level-headed so you don't make rash decisions that are most likely wrong.
I'm not trying to say that you can't afford to be wrong. What I am trying to say is that you shouldn't expect to be right. Keep your head in the game so we don't have to deal with you being wrong and arrogant.
me when I lost for 1 fucKing minute the 19 pages of my one-shot that for some reason I decided not to save in digital:
SmallComic: “The End of Small”
This comic is based on a true story.
Yes, that’s it Smallies. Cristobal Colon, the artist of the duo, is incapacitated, and Peter Wyatt, the writer, is not that good at drawing. The only solution left is to stop making cute comics :’( :’( :’(
We had a good run, pals. We give all of your tumblerers big hugs…
But look, the truth is, this isn’t the last you’ve heard from Cristobal and Peter. We’re launching a new animation website about a Meme that’s caught in a dream soon.
Get ready for that.
In the mean time Cristobal has an instagram and Peter has a website. Message us if ya’ll wanna get added to our monthly newsletter in case you miss our huggies.
We may change the name of dis here blog and start posting meme dreams. Or maybe some Christmas Cards in the coming weeks. So keep a look out.
“See you, space smallies…”
;)
Maddening Love
I never believed in love at first sight until I met him. It was one of those chance encounters that felt like fate had intervened. The moment our eyes met something in me just knew. It wasn't butterflies or fireworks; it was a quiet certainty, like recognizing an old friend in a stranger's face.
But I didn't like him, not at first. He was too charming, too persistent. I could see the potential for heartbreak from miles away, so I built walls around my heart. I was determined not to let him in, to keep my distance and protect myself.
But he wore me down, slowly but surely. His laughter became infectious, his smile irresistible. I found myself letting him in, despite my better judgment. And before I knew it, I was falling for him, against my will.
Then came the betrayal. It cut deep, slicing through the fragile trust I had allowed myself to build. I wanted him out of my life, to erase him from my heart and mind. But he wore me down again, with apologies and promises of change. And against my better judgment, I allowed him back, albeit at arm's length.
Things were never the same after that. The trust was fractured, the love tainted by doubt and resentment. But amidst the pain and uncertainty, one thing remained constant—the feeling that he and I were meant to be together.
I didn't like him, not anymore. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I couldn't help but love him. It was a maddening contradiction, a tug-of-war between my head and my heart.
And so, we exist in this limbo, dancing around each other, neither fully in nor out of each other's lives. But deep down, I know that no matter what happens, he will always find a way back to me. And I, foolishly, will always let him in.
me, at 4am: *in the midst of a marathon of serial killer documentaries, bts crack videos, dr pimple popper videos, and various vine compilations*
also me: why can’t i sleep
CHRIS MESSINA as NATHAN BARTLETT in BASED ON A TRUE STORY (2023)
Today something good
Happened in my neighborhood
Alas, rain has come!
Me: *on the buss home, humming a song*
Random crow: alright let's do this
Random crow: *flies through the busses window when the buss stops*
Random crow:*lands on my knees*
Me: *bamboozled *
Random crow: so... you come here a lot?
Me: my German knowledge is pretty good, if I may say so. I've been learning it for 12 years, after all.
German person: Hallo!
Me:
