The lyrical theme of “when you’re falling in a forest, and there’s nobody around…” sounds so deep until you remember that Evan physically fell out of a tree in the middle of the forest when nobody was around
okay, so I’ve seen multiple posts just today that were basically like “haha who ever said adulthood was having your life together and everything figured out, I’m 28 and real life is drowning me as much as it ever was”
and like…the answer to that is…adults. adults said that. generation after generation, the narrative from adults to young people has been, “you are a dumb kid who doesn’t know the world or yourself but I am a Grownup with Life Experience™, and that’s why you’re supposed to do what I tell you, that’s why I don’t need to listen to your thoughts and feelings, that’s why society imagines me as a full human being and you as something that’s going to grow into a full human being.”
there’s a great book all about this that I’ve had a lot of my students read - Childhood and Society, by a sociologist named Nick Lee. Lee argues that the child/adult binary is a socially constructed one, based, like any other such binary, on an imagined idea of clearly oppositional characteristics.
specifically, he says that children are imagined as incomplete, unstable (as in their lives and experiences are constantly changing, not as in mentally unstable), and dependent, and adults as complete, stable, and independent.
those characteristics don’t match up to reality if you think about them too hard for even a moment - no one is truly independent, adults’ lives aren’t stable, what does judging a human being’s “completeness” even mean - but it doesn’t matter, because our culture is so obsessed with believing in them.
and adults being forced to pretend they’re complete and independent and living stable lives is one of the toxic ways all this plays on people of all ages.
I really hope that seeing my generation talk like this - just flat-out admit that we don’t know what the hell we’re doing any better than we did ten years ago - means we have the potential to break this cycle. but honestly, entering my 30s and having seen so many people my age turn into those adults who act like they havelife so well figured out compared to those dumb kids, it doesn’t seem likely. we might be a little better than we could’ve been, but too many of us are going down that tired old road of transitioning from talking about how much smarter we are than our parents to talking about how much smarter we are than our kids, just like every generation does when it hits this age.
I guess what I’m saying is, please, young 20-somethings of today, be better ten years from now than we are.
not to beat a dead horse but it literally doesn’t matter whether or not the ‘queer alignment chart’ is bait/trolling/what-have-we or not because 1. acting like lesbians/gay men/trans women are Dumb and Gullible for seeing an expression of attitudes people have towards em in real life makes u a very sad person with very little understanding of like, other peoples experiences methinks and 2. even if the op is ostensibly bait the number of most probably real people who read through the entire post and could apparently think of nothing to respond to it with but “lol!! im lawful good :3″ tells you like everything you need to know doesnt it
first of all, lemont illinois native Scott Darling loves chicago and the chicago blackhawks, not only that, but playing for the blackhawks was his dream, and he’s said before that he would’ve loved to be a blackhawk for life, so jot that down
Author’s Note: Just a little drabble because Valentine’s Day is nearing. Enjoy!
“What are we watching?” You asked, waltzing into the living room with a carton of ice cream and a spoon dangling from your mouth. Your roommate patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and pointed to the television. “The S.A.G Awards?” You asked dully.
“I just want to see if Stranger Things wins any awards,” she replied. “If not, we can turn it and find something to watch on Netflix.”
“Sounds fair.” You replied, with a mouthful of ice cream.
Moments later, your jaw went slack when you heard the announcer start talking about their next guest. You could see your roommate looking at you from your peripherals, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the screen.
“I’m here with Sebastian Stan who picked up a nomination tonight for last year’s Captain America: Civil War. How are you doing tonight, Sebastian?”
“We can turn it, if you want.” Your roommate mentioned, picking up the remote from the couch and pointing it at the t.v.
“No,” you replied. “It’s okay.”
Sebastian- or Seb, as you used to call him- gave the interviewer generic answers. He was doing good, he was happy to be there, he was excited about the nomination, and talked about his upcoming projects. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He looked great. Older. More mature than the boy you met nearly ten years ago when you were an intern on a movie set.
It was your first production job, and his first major role.
You shook your head, trying not to think about the time when the two of you dated briefly. After all, it had been a long time since then, and he had definitely moved on. Even if it took you a little longer, you were- for the most part- over it.
“With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have to ask, have you ever been in love?” The interviewer asked with a smile.
“Oh this ought to be good.” You muttered with another bite of ice cream, trying to hide your bitterness. Your roommate snickered beside you. “I mean, he’s dated how many girls in Hollywood?”
Sebastian just smiled, “there was one,” he said. “She was an intern on the set of The Covenant, it was a long time ago. We had a falling out, went our separate ways, it happens.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. You were almost certain there were no other interns that he was involved with, and that meant that he had to be talking about you.
“The one who got away, huh?” The woman asked, Seb shrugged. “Any chance you might see her again?”
“You never know,” he replied. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you never know who you might meet or run into. It’s crazy.”
“That it is. Well thank you for your time, Sebastian, and good luck tonight.”
He looked into the camera and gave a small wink before moving along to the next interviewer. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you couldn’t think straight, and wondered if what you had just heard was real.
“Did that just-” you stopped mid-sentence, to look at your roommate who shared the same surprised look on her face.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“He was talking about-” You began again, but trailed off.
“I think so,” she answered once more. “You have to call him.”
“I am not calling him.”
“Text him then.”
“No!” You exclaimed, standing up off of the couch and making your way to the freezer to put your ice cream away. “He probably doesn’t even have the same number.”
You turned around to see your roommate with your phone and smirk on her lips. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She replied as she handed the phone out to you. Before you could take it back, she pulled it back quickly and looked at the screen. “Oh my gosh, he’s replying.”
You grabbed the phone quickly before she could read the next message, which would probably be ‘who’s this’ or ‘wrong number’. But when the message popped up on the screen, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.