On My Friendships, Specifically

I have had a lot of unequal relationships. So-called friends have disregarded me, lied to me, stolen from me, and used me. I was not appreciated or supported. I did not get the same kind of love and energy that I gave. Even friends who meant well would sometimes hurt me. Yet, I would remain their friend. I was a good — no — I am a great friend! But I am not a perfect person, and I’ve failed as a friend, too.

I failed to communicate. I didn’t divulge and I didn’t listen. I didn’t acknowledge how I may have made people feel. Especially in situations where I’ve felt mistreated myself. I lashed out in response to feelings I never expressed. In some ways, I punished people for not recognizing that they hurt me. I expected people to know what they were doing wrong and change their behavior. I didn’t like hearing I was wrong, when they were wrong, too. I didn’t want to take the blame for things we were both guilty of.

Feeling hurt was not the mistake. Acting like I didn’t feel that way was. Avoiding confrontation and harboring animosity was. Feeling like I was the only one allowed to feel a certain way was. I didn’t see that I could still hurt a person who had hurt me. I not only failed to communicate, I failed to recognize they might also not be communicating with me.

Falling out with friends has taught me a lot. Reconciling has taught me even more.

I’ve had to acknowledge where I was wrong. I’ve had to take responsibility for my role in how things played out. I’ve had to be receptive to criticism; I’ve had to have my shortcomings exposed. I’ve had to take accountability for any suffering I’ve caused. I’ve had to confront people. I’ve had to be vulnerable. I’ve had to be honest and demand honesty in return.

I’ve learned to take the hits when they come. It is inevitable that I will do something that someone will misconstrue. Despite my intentions, I will fuck up and hurt someone. But I won’t fight them. I will accept my shit and try to work on not repeating my mistakes. I will continue to scrutinize my actions and end any hurtful behavior.

On Relationships and Being Wrong(ed)

You may have a strained relationship with someone, due in part to having wronged them in some way. You may have reconciled with them, but things are not the same. You may want things to be as they were. But sometimes, people need space to evaluate situations. You have to give them time to process their feelings.

First. Understand that feelings do not have a cut-off date. They do not expire. You cannot expect people to “get over it” or “move on” because, people have long memories. We remember being hurt, by whom, and how it made us feel. We may choose to forgive, but we don’t forget. We may try to put those feelings aside, but we cannot always suppress or overcome them.

Sometimes we can’t stop remembering that we have been wronged and how that felt.

We may distance ourselves from the people who’ve wronged us. Not because we hold a grudge, but because, we do not want to risk feeling that way again. It’s important to acknowledge that you hurt someone without invalidating their feelings. No “I didn’t intend to” or “I already apologized.” Apologies are only words, with no power to actually change anything. Only time can do that. Only acknowledging and improving your faults can do that. Only a change in wrong behavior can do that.

As long as I remember that you’re capable of hurting me, I will always hesitate to trust you.

Regardless of who you are or were to someone. Regardless of your history or closeness. Regardless of whether they also hurt you.  You are not entitled to their attention, forgiveness, or time. Recognize those things as privileges, things to be consistently earned. Then choose to behave in a way that shows you deserve them.


I just don’t underfuckingstand why people are so adamant that their anger is righteous and that it deserves to be met with acceptance. We ain’t all mad about the same shit. Ain’t no right or wrong when it comes to personal fucking feelings. You may be correct in your assessments of a situation, and that may validate your anger, but it does not fucking mean that anger is the only appropriate response.

Your emotional reactions aren’t the baseline for what is to be expected and what is correct. You can feel a way, and I can feel something opposite, but both feelings would still be valid. Never assume that your feelings are universal and that anyone who has a different emotional reaction is wrong.

I hate labels.

Labels are too limiting. Instead of coming up with new terms to identify specific variations of something, like sexual preference, or gender, or “race” we should just stop putting so much emphasis on categorization. We all fall into an unlimited number of boxes and many of those overlap. Putting labels on our differences creates conflict where none need to be. I am not asking us not to see color, or gender identity, or any of the visual markers we use to classify or categorize people. I am asking not to be made to define myself with a bullet list of terms, and to learn a bullet list of terms for other people.

Sorry, Not Sorry

Like, I really hope God  and Heaven is real, and I hope God is the entity I think he is. So when all these religious twatwaffles get there, he’ll just look them straight in the eyes and say “no.” Then they’ll drop through some trap door straight to hell.

— Me, on a specific type of religious asshole.


I find it strange when newscasters immediately jump from a negative story to a positive one, unaffected. Because, it makes me so uncomfortable, I’ve avoided that kind of uneasy transition from one blog post to the next. But, it has inhibited me from being as expressive as I’d like to be. It has been difficult for me to find a balance between lighthearted and heavy topics to write about. I haven’t published much because, the things I address are often too disparate. It feels inapt. In the past I’ve created separate spaces dedicated to specific things, but that doesn’t work for me.

I have so many posts in my drafts, unpublished and forgotten because, it was never the right time. I want the freedom to talk about frivolous things, like what I’m watching, reading, or playing. And I want that not to hinder my ability to discuss important things, like current events and social issues. My hope is that I can be both silly and serious and not have either bleed over and taint the other. I am going to attempt to write and publish more regularly. So I have to find a way to get over my weird discomfort with topical transitions and changes in tone.