Let me be clear: Unarmed college hopefuls don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids heading to work or trade school don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids floundering aimlessly through life don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids who have been in trouble—even those who have been nothing but trouble—don’t deserve to be shot.
The act of pinning the tragedy of a dead black teen to his potential future success, to his respectability, to his “good”-ness, is done with all the best intentions. But if you read between the lines, aren’t we really saying that had he not been on his way to college, there’d be less to mourn?
That’s dead wrong."
Black Kids Don’t Have to Be College-Bound for Their Deaths to Be Tragic by Jasmine Banks (via cmao)
"Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it."
David Foster Wallace
"So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide."
“Thunderstorms were what death, and dramatic events, generally should be like, but usually were not; the idea that our life’s dramas rarely look as dramatic as they are. Our most cataclysmic moments are typically free of gravitas, of necessary thunder; a person dies, but instead of the sky darkening and lightning striking, the sun continues to shine and the birds to sing.”
Gave notice at my job yesterday
Wish I posted about it yesterday because I was happy and felt a proud sense of relief. Flubbed an interview today for a job I don’t want and feel much more existential.
Just doing that whole look at your life through your career thing. Who out there likes their job? Anyone?
"I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me."