If someone said you look ugly with your purple hair. You most likely wouldn't care because you don't have purple hair. If they said you suck, you'd believe it because you don't think you're wholly good. Perhaps, you suck to a degree. If they asked whether you think your parents suck, you may argue in disagreement. But if they asked whether your parents are wholly good, you'd still disagree because they have flaws you may be aware of.

It's fascinating how we tend to judge ourselves harshly yet easily extend grace to anyone but ourselves. With this bias, we rob ourselves of the very mercies we need to live a life free from internalizing beliefs others have about us.

Briefly put, our capacity for grace is often directed outward, while our capacity for judgment is directed inward. We often tend to instinctively grant others the grace of being imperfect without being worthless, yet we often refuse to grant ourselves that same grace by allowing external opinions to define our self-worth.

“The way that the world is functioning right now, everything feels so much more transactional. Nobody wants to invest time and effort and love into someone that might hurt them eventually, but I think that's a cop out. The experience of love is more important than the possibility of loss. It is an honour and a privilege to be invited to sit in the muck with someone. That person, when they're asking for help, that inconvenience that is it causing you is not the inconvenience that you think it is. It's supposed to feel like an honour and a privilege to be able to sit with someone who, at their most vulnerable state trusts you enough with that part of themselves to invite you in.” - Soukaina

If he doesn't give you money, CHUCK HIM and find yourself a job.

Your parents gave you life (free of charge).
The rest that you're getting from them is a bonus.
Be grateful, for crying out loud!

[Lucky for you, abortion was "unheard of " those days and it was considered a "sacrilege" otherwise, your story would've been a different one (if you were to have one anyways)]

A generation that lives at their workplaces and visits their homes over the weekend and on public holidays.....
We're cooked! Nay! Scratch that!
We're ducked!!!

Honey, I hate to pop your bubble but someone had to do it. So here's the thing: You're not the main character and you never was! Shocking , right?
I know! Truly devastating news. Take a moment and let that sink in!

You see, outside of your parents, maybe your crush, nobody is watching you like that Diddy Netflix series. Everyone else is too busy getting back shots from life to notice your new haircut, that tiny acne breakout on your protruding forehead, that poorly applied mascara that doesn't match your skin colour or those leggings that you like to put on because they keep your left bum elevated and on the same level as your right one.

Truth is, people are far too consumed with their own chaos to audit yours.

So relax. Embarrass yourself. Wear the weird outfit. Listen to that ridiculous song on repeat and sing along with your hoarse voice. DM that crush of yours and when time comes, kick the bucket like you're your team's last hope at the world cup finals penalty shootout

With all the cocaine in the entire wide world and somehow your nose is still in my fuckin' BUSINESS.....

i was in prison,watching,the scribes and the pharisees,say that i would never come out,now i'm out,when i came out,i watched the scribes and the pharisees say,ceaser cannot run the system again,🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣jokes on you motherfuckers

How lucky are we to exist as a species you wonder? The chances are 1 in 400 trillion, excluding the chances of a life permitting universe since it's number is so big we can't fathom it. ( you and me, the other smart guys can😭💀)
"In short, your existence is so unlikely it's almost mathematically impossible "
ChatGPT
From being the right sperm charging into the right ovum, out of a few million of them and all other factors I've chosen to leave out, only for you to not to have your crap(could have used a better word) together 😐.
We didn't come this far only to stop here

The only way to get out of a terrible job is to suck a tit

I think I've got it figured out (I guess...)
To love someone is to have the ability to stomach their ugly side without whining (publicly or privately)
You just own it and suck it up for the rest of your life till death do you part ( might've strayed to the definition of marriage somewhere, but who's gonna judge?)
(:

Autocorrect: changing 'duck' to a four-letter word since smartphones existed. - Tech musings, huh!!! 😕

If life sucks as much as the realists make it seem, why then do they despise those that have the ability to escape it by means of delusion?