Our Side of the Story

Not everything that runs in your brain is appropriate enough to be spoken out loud, choose your words and think before you speak. Sleep well🤍

G'night🤍

I used to think that maybe everyone is following a universal rule I didn't know about which went like 'Pretend everything is okay even if it isn't.' I know it sounds childish and all but you can't blame me, I was a little kid who kept learning all about things like global warming, ozone depletion, environmental pollution, etc. They're all problems we had back then and they're still here, with their effects growing exponentially and claiming more lives as time goes. Maybe I was a bit of an environmentalist when I was young. But that's not what I'm going to talk about today. We follow that same pattern today. Each of us. At the back of our heads are piles and piles of things we need to deal with but we just keep delaying them and even more, denying the fact that they even exist. It's our mind's way of keeping us safe but too much of a good thing is bad too. I'm not saying it's your fault, and I'm not saying I don't live in denial. Trust me, I do. But if this gets to you somehow, shows up on your channel's list or anywhere at all, maybe you need to deal with something. Maybe you need to try and stop the cycle. I mean, don't we all? @thesunandherflowerss

Just a reminder own up to your mistakes, take responsibility and learn from them. Pretty sure the poems didn't disappoint, have yourself a good weekend eh? G'night🤍

Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout, a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. Bukowski wanted to be a writer. But for decades his work was rejected by almost every magazine, newspaper, journal, agent, and publisher he submitted to. His work was horrible, they said. Crude. Disgusting. Depraved. And as the stacks of rejection slips piled up, the weight of his failures pushed him deep into an alcohol-fueled depression that would follow him for most of his life. Thirty years went by like this, most of it a meaningless blur of alcohol, drugs, gambling, and prostitutes. Then, when Bukowski was fifty, after a lifetime of failure and self-loathing, an editor at a small independent publishing house took a strange interest in him. The editor couldn’t offer Bukowski much money or much promise of sales. But he had a weird affection for the drunk loser, so he decided to take a chance on him. It was the first real shot Bukowski had ever gotten, and, he realized, probably the only one he would ever get. Bukowski wrote back to the editor: “I have one of two choices—stay in the post office and go crazy . . . or stay out here and play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve. Excerpt from The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F**k. #LiteratureSaturdays @OurSideOfTheStory

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski #LiteratureSaturdays @OurSideOfTheStory

Sometimes I can't explain how exhausted I feel. No I don't have a piled up schedule of things I should be doing, I don't have a job that expects every ounce of my effort and for that matter I don't have anything that exhausts normal people. I'm exhausted of trying to become my future, dragging tomorrow into today and struggling to fit what can't fit. Just waking up, breathing, convincing myself that I'm doing really great, pretending, the list is endless. All of it exhausts me, maybe because I'm trying to live what's not to be lived in this exact moment? Or am I just too mentally broken to find joy? I guess we'll never know :)

Quote from - born a crime, trevor noah Signs of emotional abuse (Whether or not the person knows they are doing it to you) • Telling you a lie about how a certain event happened where you think you were wronged, so you feel like you're remembering things incorrectly. • Lowering your value, with words and actions. Not paying attention to your emotional needs that they know of and you've informed them of (so no one can say 'they didn't know'). Comparing you with others so you feel less secure. • Messing with your head about who you are, so you continue to be subservient to them. Your sense of self scares someone who has no sense of self at all. So on and so forth. Recognize these and move forward as quick as you can. Emotional abuse is one hell of a mess, and more so as it time goes on... ...and the webs keep getting more complex. 🧡 @OurSideOfTheStory