Heyhey! I'm Meredith! I love life, Disney, cooking/eating delicious food, movies (too many to list, if you're curious just ask), most TV, laughing until I cry, the ocean at dusk, long drives, a good book, making people happy, tea, Harry Potter, all animals, naps, cuddling, the smell of the woodstove at my house in the winter, and smiling. I hope you all like my blog and if you have any questions leave them in my ask box, I'll answer all of them!!
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The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you are just the same. You erase their experiences and perspective, their struggles and obstacles, their unique way of having to deal with those things in a world that also erases them. With the words, ‘but humans are humans’ or the bullshit dramatics of ‘we all bleed red’ normal people can simply pretend that if we all did things the way they did, then everything would work out okay. But, yes, we all bleed red but you don’t treat a papercut the same way you treat a gash, you don’t treat an infected wound the same way you treat one that isn’t, you don’t treat a wound to the leg the same way you treat a wound to the gut. You are not acknowledging someone’s personhood when you ignore the very things that make their lives different than yours, and when you refuse to understand that their circumstances have given them their own perspective that is just as valid as yours. More valid in fact – their perspective about their experiences that you haven’t been through is far more valid than anything you could ever think about it.
Truth bomb if I ever saw one.
Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself. Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via milktree)
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