I literally just put pants on oh wow oh God thank you

You are a person

And you are entitled to compassion

And that compassion must not be *weighed*

Even if I had it worse than you, even if you feel like i have it worse than you, you are not below my empathy or my compassion.

B: it's just a shitty story. Who, who has been through some shit like that, can reasonably be expected to stuff it down and trivialize it for the sake of others

"My pain doesn't matter in a broad political sense so I'll shut up"

Cucking your trauma at BEST

Resentment *factory* at worse

I mean you can maybe justify that thought on a material/relative scale but the reason I never liked doing that shit is cuz-

A: it's emotionally untrue. In a broad cosmic sense maybe you can say it is but you went through real shit. Nobody gets to tell you you didn't. Discarding that is repression

I meet white furries who have more anxiety about being the "evil" race than like

Some of my friends do about being black or latin. It's easy to make fun of but it's so interesting as a phenomenon to me.

If you're white and from the suburbs and your scared that your upbringing has crippled your ability to have meaningful insight

Know that your anxiety makes sense. But you're not fucked by any means.

The key in all of this is having the capacity to imagine the lives of others. It can be developed.

If I'm late coming back from lunch or just took too long pretending to use the bathroom so I can play with my phone

If someone asks me where I was

I just make up a name

"I told Bob I was stepping away real quick. Where's Bob?"

There is no Bob

But they rarely follow up "oh okay let's go then"

God damn it

Only you could make paws work for me

*punches a wall*

DAMN IT

Getting by in this world is hard. Every day you make it is worth recognizing