sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
Hans Steinhoff, Angst, 1928
I’m visiting my parents for the holiday (this is why I hate holidays) and Mom is watching a documentary about Charles Manson. They had an actor playing him when his brain chemistry acted up. One of his girls just spoke to him and he started screaming at her. She frantically apologized and he used that as his cue to hit her. And I just sat there flashing back to about a million versions of this in my childhood, my mother having a fit and assaulting me for trying to placate her, and this is what family life is. This is what the power our society gives parents over children means. Bring a child is exactly like being in a murderous cult.
And I need to find a way of dealing with this. Anyone want to conspire with me to end child abuse as society’s default setting?
does anyone ever do the opposite of dissociate?? where youre just suddenly and uncomfortably aware of your situation and reality
more to the point why do i get that feeling when im sitting on top of my kitchen table watching a velveeta mac and cheese pack spin in the microwave for three and a half minutes and im just like I Exist I Am Here And Theres Nothing I Can Do About It
okay this one wins, everyone can stop reblogging this now
You’re not alone.
Vampire Angst: “Woe, I am a monster, and doomed to watch everything I love perish from this unending accursed eternal half-life.”
Werewolf Angst: “Who IS a good boy? Is it me?”
SOMETIMES I CRY BECAUSE STUFF
The Ao3 Tag of the Day is: Pick your angst. That’s too much angst. Put some back.