Well you can walk around with a "i am a strong independent country who needs no world power ally" attitude but historically that just led to economic collapses
Well you can walk around with a "i am a strong independent country who needs no world power ally" attitude but historically that just led to economic collapses
This is easy for most people to say, but when actual tragedy or danger hits them personally and unfolds right in front of their eyes, their first instinct is usually to prioritize survival and assess their surroundings. That does not necessarily make them cowardly, though, because fear, panic, and self-preservation are natural responses, especially when someone has no time to prepare for a truly difficult situation.
True bravery is not always charging forward without hesitation, but rather, it is regaining control of yourself after that initial fear and choosing to act anyway.
People often imagine that they will respond heroically when shit hits the fan, but almost nobody truly knows how they will react until they themselves are placed in that situation directly.
@Logiko Since you like to take the freedom to include other people's families in the discussion, I will take the same liberty. Where is your family, my guy? Supposedly, you have a condition. How do they help? Do they visit you? Give you money? I think families should be responsible for their relatives. I think it is very weird that you never mentioned them in any post. Where are they? Families should be responsible before the state has to meddle. What do you think about this?
My family supported me for years until it was not possible anymore and I had to move out. Tension rised too sharp and our shared sanism ran rampant.
Then Covid happened. And my family finally understood that staying locked without interactions, peers or movements for years was not the choice of the sane under the light pressure of lazyness.
So when the world locked itself up, I was finally set free.
People who ignored my cries started to listen, people who didn't listen started to understand and people who didn't understand started to feel what I had lived for many years.
I locked myself up, yes. On my own also. Perhaps because of a childhood full of conflict, perhaps because of who I felt I was becoming, perhaps because my perception of reality was completely changing, perhaps because I got scarred by love too deep or perhaps because capitalism scared me so much that it paralyzed me on the spot. I don't freaking know
What I do know, is that I still cannot move. Not physically, not mentally. A few steps and a few minutes of concentration high on dopamine are the only tools I have.
I've cried many times over this predicament, wondering if by death would I set myself free. I do not remember once sleeping fine or by a complete night. Not one day was passing without the feeling of inhabiting the limbo of hell. I did not suffer physically (it would be for later) but until a few years ago, my body was but a shell.
Despite all of that, despite the questions, sufferings, conflicts, incomprehensions, the years and anger, my family never gave up on me, so no matter our shared flaws, I won't give up on them or myself. I will fight to see the light, find the best way to make people around me happy and of course become the best version of myself.
I can't go back under their protection, it's possible no more. I've been facing precarity ever since. My family stays in my shadow, but they can't do much more. Yes I'm alone yet I'm listened to, I can finally try to fly. Step after step.
Until the day it happens, I will project my past insecurities onto you my dear maties.
Also, @Logiko you claim all the time that you were a former far-right supporter, but that feels like a larp. No offense, but it feels like you're acting like an authority on something you were never a part of whilst trying to use such lies for the betterment of your cause...
You have the right to a good life without exploitation but you fight against that.
My family supported me for years until it was not possible anymore and I had to move out. Tension rised too sharp and our shared sanism ran rampant.
Then Covid happened. And my family finally understood that staying locked without interactions, peers or movements for years was not the choice of the sane under the light pressure of lazyness.
So when the world locked itself up, I was finally set free.
People who ignored my cries started to listen, people who didn't listen started to understand and people who didn't understand started to feel what I had lived for many years.
I locked myself up, yes. On my own also. Perhaps because of a childhood full of conflict, perhaps because of who I felt I was becoming, perhaps because my perception of reality was completely changing, perhaps because I got scarred by love too deep or perhaps because capitalism scared me so much that it paralyzed me on the spot. I don't freaking know
What I do know, is that I still cannot move. Not physically, not mentally. A few steps and a few minutes of concentration high on dopamine are the only tools I have.
I've cried many times over this predicament, wondering if by death would I set myself free. I do not remember once sleeping fine or by a complete night. Not one day was passing without the feeling of inhabiting the limbo of hell. I did not suffer physically (it would be for later) but until a few years ago, my body was but a shell.
Despite all of that, despite the questions, sufferings, conflicts, incomprehensions, the years and anger, my family never gave up on me, so no matter our shared flaws, I won't give up on them or myself. I will fight to see the light, find the best way to make people around me happy and of course become the best version of myself.
I can't go back under their protection, it's possible no more. I've been facing precarity ever since. My family stays in my shadow, but they can't do much more. Yes I'm alone yet I'm listened to, I can finally try to fly. Step after step.
Until the day it happens, I will project my past insecurities onto you my dear maties.
I had the meltdown already my dear, multiple times over. It is the reason why I can't give up on you. I know how it feels.
Do you really want to know ?
Did you ever felt once like I was attacking anyone's family specifically on this forum?
Yes, you did say something about Zemmi's kids ages ago, and people called you out on that. Indeed, I have the right to not let myself be exploited by my own government. Thanks for recognizing that. All I can say about your predicament is seek professional help.
Genuine question. Do you consider only certain members the above, or is anyone who does not wholly identify as left-wing seen as such through your eyes, Van?
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