I never really understood what someone meant when they told me they had a panic attack. Like… it just… attacked? Did you provoke it? Did you fight back? Do I need to call for help? Apparently—yes—to everything. I’ve been, for most of my life, “toxically masculine.” At least I think that’s what I’m supposed to call it. Scars are cool. Ooo, I’m bleeding! Sacrifice the body. Rub some dirt on it. No, I’ve never cried, I don’t have tear ducts. Gloves? No. Safety? Third. Pain? Necessary.
I’m not exactly sure what to say in the comment section other than to thank you for writing this piece. And I wanted you to know I’ve read it all. The heart/like icon seems so inappropriate as a way to share appreciation—but it’s what we have. My feeling is deeper than that.
Reasons I'm glad we have the comments. I feel the urge to say thank you, but I don't find that to be appropriate either. I don't really know what to do with all of it, so I guess I'll keep writing. I appreciate having you along for the ride.
Beautiful piece, thank you for writing this and being so honest in your expression. Please know that sharing your experiences like this is incredibly helpful for others who feel this too. I appreciate you!
Yea... I don't like using that as motivation, but I understand the sentiment. Altruism is a strange reasoning to use when channeling dark arts. Appreciate the appreciation. Next one will probably be sunny :)
Kert wrote the words out of my fingers- I felt dirty to press that heart, as saying I enjoyed your pain. But damned the way you patched those words, lined them up with high mastery and glued with honesty, all packaged in rawness...I feel like it makes being human worth it.
It isn't quite right, a like being a vote for enjoyment, an agreement to only feel together in positivity, when much of our connection is forged in pain. It is important to know it is shared, else it becomes too much to bear alone.
Make a few funny heart attack jokes. I’ll get my toy dive bombers for some nutty Pearl Harbor attack gags. Then we can do a parody of that old Lee Marvin movie “Attack!”
I’m not exactly sure what to say in the comment section other than to thank you for writing this piece. And I wanted you to know I’ve read it all. The heart/like icon seems so inappropriate as a way to share appreciation—but it’s what we have. My feeling is deeper than that.
Reasons I'm glad we have the comments. I feel the urge to say thank you, but I don't find that to be appropriate either. I don't really know what to do with all of it, so I guess I'll keep writing. I appreciate having you along for the ride.
Beautiful piece, thank you for writing this and being so honest in your expression. Please know that sharing your experiences like this is incredibly helpful for others who feel this too. I appreciate you!
Yea... I don't like using that as motivation, but I understand the sentiment. Altruism is a strange reasoning to use when channeling dark arts. Appreciate the appreciation. Next one will probably be sunny :)
Kert wrote the words out of my fingers- I felt dirty to press that heart, as saying I enjoyed your pain. But damned the way you patched those words, lined them up with high mastery and glued with honesty, all packaged in rawness...I feel like it makes being human worth it.
It isn't quite right, a like being a vote for enjoyment, an agreement to only feel together in positivity, when much of our connection is forged in pain. It is important to know it is shared, else it becomes too much to bear alone.
Make a few funny heart attack jokes. I’ll get my toy dive bombers for some nutty Pearl Harbor attack gags. Then we can do a parody of that old Lee Marvin movie “Attack!”
This would be a good time for a panic attack.
send virtual hugs, they still count 🤗🤗🤗