whereismymind

Status: Annoyed and fustrated
Joined: December 30, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
user id: 344157
Location: Narnia
Gender: F
My favorite book is The fault in our stars. My favorite authors are John Green, Rick Riordan(Percy Jackson series), and Suzanne Collins(the hunger games series). My biggest dream is to travel the world

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when we were 12 we could sing the quadratic formula to the tune of a christmas carol,  but we didn't know what to do when we didn't like asked us out.

when we were 13 we could name exactly how and why blood gets oxygen and how it gets to our heart, but we could not explain why our hearts and breathing both stopped when we saw each other.

when we were 14 we could describe the overarching theme of social inequalities within "to kill a mockingbird", but we did not care that our cafeteria was seperated into cool and not cool by pillar.

when we were 15 we could write pages and pages about the way trade off the coast of India evolved and was affected by monsoon seasons, but when a storm knocked the power out for two weeks, we found ourselves with nothing to do, no way to connect.

when we were 16 we knew every rule in calculus: exponential, power, logarithm, the product rule, the chain rule. we can list those in our head, rapid fire, but we do not have any rules for how to fall in love, how much to drink, how to pick our pieces up.

when we were 17 we could tell you exactly how a bill becomes a law and how often venus is visible to the naked eye, and which surveys to trust, but we could not tell you how to balance a checkbook or talk to a depressed friend or fall out of love with someone or in love with someone else.

 
(( public school by claire luisa ))


 
 
It's Monday. I'm going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am he only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I'm automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sl
.uts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed:

"Haha, good job at the game today bro. You R
.APED them!"
"Damn with t
.its like that, you're asking for it :P"

Another sexist comment.
Another sexist comment.
Another sexist comment.

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at one 1:30 on a Satur...Sunday morning.

-Don't ever talk to strange men
-Don't ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don't ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are r
.apists. I say nothing.

I'm a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone in the dark, it's all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don't know well, it's all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me in the sreets, it's all men.
When a boy won't leave me alone a a party, it's all men.

Not all men are r
.apists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

I wonder if anyone ever looked

at me and thought


"I want to be this person's friend"

because I honestly think about that all the time.
This quote does not exist.









Dear people,
When I say, How annoying can you get?
its a rhetorical question, not a challenge










 








If our destiny is to eventually drown...
Then let us sink to the very bottom.



 
 
Fragments From a Junior's Thoughts

Today, I heard the phrase "it looks good on college applications" 11 times

Teachers tell me they are preparing me for the "real world" as if the first 18 years are a free trial

Getting an education turned out to be a competition I never agreed to enter

I used to think in weekdays and now I think in test dates

Nothing is heavier than this backpack except maybe my eyelids

I'm losing sleep, losing weight, losing my mind

I'm so lost

Even as I write this poem I know nothing I say matters unless it's typed in Times New Roman 12pt font



'And when people try
to minimise your pain they are doing you a disservice.
And when you try to minimise your own pain
you are doing yourself a disservice.
Don't do that.
The truth is that it hurts because it's real.
It hurts because it mattered.
And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.
But that doesn't mean that it won't end, it won't get better,
because it will.'

~ John Green


 


 
That sad moment when a
3 year old is prettier than you

 


 
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not only tolerate your quirks
but celebrate thewith glad cries
of ''Me, too!'' cherish them. Because
those weirdos are your tribe.

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