im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
This is very true, but it’s important to remember that if a woman is feminine, graceful, shaves, diets, wears make up, or does any of these things in the list, it doesn’t make her a slave to patriarchy or any less of a feminist than you.
i've wanted to go to spx for years but my anxiety is so bad i always skip it even though i live in germantown and go to school in rockville, isn't that ridiculous?
Hey nothing Ridiculous about it at all.
SPX is a hustling, bustling place. And anxiety of the kind you’re talking about is nothing that we’d ever make fun of.
This show and any show like it can be an intense emotional experience. We hear that from many of the creators in attendance. It’s very real!
I guess what I’m saying is you don’t need my permission to be honest with yourself about what makes you happy and comfortable.
But I can also say that there are many people who have similar emotions that come to SPX and find community here that is nourishing and helpful to them even as the show itself is admittedly kind of overwhelming.
Hope we see you one of these days!
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