…I think that’s enough work for today. Good Lord.
It was me. More precisely, it was so quiet the soft sound of my office chair squeaking as I breathed was audible.
Me: “I AM STILL HEARING IT.”
Everything else in the house: “…it’s not us.”
Me: “GRRRR, WHAT THE—”
Then I realized.
It is a sign that as powerful as you thought they were, you are more. And have *always been* more.
And with that thought, I’m going to go see if there are any doughnuts left.
It’s not weakness to admit you have reached the end of your cope and ask a trusted friend for a morsel of help. It is, rather, a sign that your abusers—powerful and deadly and godly as they seemed at the time—could not break you.
And the weird thing is, often the people you know and trust and finally bring yourself to ask for help are thrilled to give it, without strings, shouting, or nastiness. Often, they’re more than willing and happy to be of some aid!
I repeat: It is an act of human courage to seek out help when necessary, and an act of supreme courage to do it when you were raised to expect nothing but mockery, abuse, and further degradation for doing so.
Right now, things are hard, and asking for help is even harder. If you’ve had to do it recently, you’re not bad, you’re not broken, and you’re not alone.
You are, in fact, very brave.
YOU GO, ADORABLE SNOWFLAKE GUY. My faith in humanity is well on its way to being restored.
And the snowflake guy is ADORABLE. “Nobody ever asks, ‘what’s this black hole for?’”. And the classic, “I wanna be the guy who figures this out.”
I mean, honestly, it’s perfect. SAPPHIRE SNOW POWERS!
Not only do I love the prism vs. basal facet nucleation stuff, but the idea that a sapphire is used in making the lab snowflakes just DELIGHTS me to no end.
And now I want to write a story where two identical snow crystals end the world because of their sheer impossibility.
I mean, he was right, and I also need no cardio for the rest of the week. Whew.
It’s neat when your kid is so excited about something they come running to share, even in adulthood.
My son: “MUM!”
Me: *heart racing* “WHAT? WHAT IS IT? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?”
My son: “Oh yeah, I just thought you’d like this video about snowflakes.”
I…may need a Shiba Inu apron like Tatsu’s. Because reasons.
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