Clothes have no gender. Blankets have no gender. Makeup has no gender. Hoodies have no gender. Shoes have no gender. Socks have no gender. Phone cases have no gender. Sweatpants have no gender. STOP ADDING GENDERS TO EVERYTHING. LET PEOPLE WEAR WHAT THEY WANT AND HAVE WHAT THEY WANT. PINK DOESN’T MEAN GIRL. BLUE DOESN’T MEAN BOY. THE ONLY GENDER LABEL YOU SHOULD HAVE IS WHAT GENDER YOU IDENTIFY YOURSELF AS.
I’ve heard many people claiming to be happily engaged or happily married, but no one really claims to be happily single. Usually, when people are single they’re simply waiting to fall in love. Well, I don’t think that’s how it has to be.
I’m tired of falling for every cute boy who shows a slight interest in me. I’m tired of constantly considering every guy as someone I could potentially date. I’m tired of half-flirtatious friendships and the uncertainty of mixed signals. My heart is not in a stable place to be in a relationship like this. I’m not even entirely sure what I want, I just know what I feel. I’m tired of idolatrous, selfish, immature relationships.
I want to take the time to emotionally cut myself off from all prospects of dating in order to grow into the person I was created to be. I want to focus on loving the people in my life for who they are and not what they can give me or do for me. I want to be 100% okay with being on my own and understand/appreciate what a healthy, love-filled, sacrificial relationship actually consists of. I want to fall deeply in love with God, so much so that I don’t even dwell on my singleness. I want to see things with clear vision for exactly what they are rather than spiral into unlikely scenarios and fantasies that ultimately lead me into a state of depression. I want to learn to be strong and content on my own.
The key to doing this isn’t to focus on making sure I don’t date or crush on anyone out of pure bitterness. I have crushes now and I’m sure I always will, but just because I have feelings for someone does not mean I have to act on them. I can appreciate them as a person while maintaining physical and emotional boundaries without flirting or expecting anything from them. I can guard my heart. But more important (and more effective) than all that is to just put my focus on God and his will for my life. I can let him make me who he wants me to be so that when this season of singleness is over, I will be ready and whole, completely aware of the commitment and blessing of loving a significant other. For now though, I am simply learning to defy the cinematic/societal expectations and genuinely be happily single.
Why isn’t using sign language more common in society? like??? Not even just communicating within deaf communities but for everybody to use with anybody?
I feel like this should be standard learning material for those working in loud workplaces or with machinery, or maybe idk for talking underwater or when someone else can’t hear you at a concert. Or what about when somebody is having a panic attack and can’t talk, or just isn’t all that comfortable with voicing their feelings?
Why isn’t nonverbal communication more integrated into our society? Cause it should be.
SCUBA divers are required to learn certain basic hand signals so that they can communicate with other divers (e.g., signaling danger, to stay or come, low on air, etc.), but it probably isn’t standard sign language because SCUBA gloves only have 3 separate fingers (thumb, pointer finger, and the other three in one). Sign language would definitely be practical for everyone to know though!
I get really confused when americans, when talking about universal health care are like ‘yeh but it’s not free sweaty 🙂 🙂 you have to pay it through taxes 🙂 so gotcha!!’
and I’m like ….???? That’s the whole point??? Everyone pays their fair share so that no one has to be turned away because they don’t have insurance??? And no one has to set up a Fundraiser page just so that they DONT DIE???? So people don’t put off going to the doctor because they’re scared of going bankrupt?? Because healthcare is a RIGHT and should be free at the point of access?!?
tbh i’m here for my boys too, like i’m here for every boy who cried alone, wiping away tears quickly and guiltily, because crying wasn’t “manly”, i’m here for fat boys, skinny boys, boys who rejects hyper-masculinity and are shamed for it, i’m here for every boy who was laughed at in the locker rooms, every boy who loves lipstick and mascara, and every black or brown boy who is afraid to walk home at night because of violence that may come from anywhere in society but is always targeted at him, i’m here for every boy who was told he wasn’t a boy, i’m here for every conflicted boy who must choose between what he believes is right and what he was raised with, i’m here for every boy who was manipulated by this twisted patriarchy we all exist in and is trying in some way to make things right.
Say goodbye to trays, buffets, and waiting in lines to eat at a regular old soup kitchen.
When you step inside the Kansas City Community Kitchen today, a greeter shows you to a table. Volunteer waitstaff takes your order after you’ve had time to look at the menu and see what the culinary team has been cookin’ up. The options are healthier and quite creative, like an episode of Food Network’s “Chopped,” but with the ingredients available to the kitchen that day.
Diners are encouraged to leave reviews of their service and requests for what they’d like to see on the menu. Have health, dietary, or religious-observance needs? No sweat.
“We are trying to flip the photo of what a soup kitchen looks like,” Mandy Caruso-Yahne, director of community engagement at Episcopal Community Services (ECS), told Upworthy.
But feeding those in need isn’t the only way the kitchen is helping. They’re training others too.
Through the program, students work their way up to cooking in the kitchen and providing suggestions for the menu and dishes they prepare. They develop knowledge and confidence in a variety of ways that help them continue down a path in the food industry once they’re finished with the program.
As one diner named Brian put it,
“They’re treating me good, like they don’t know I’m homeless.”
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