I feel like this morning was the one irrevocable mistake I’ve faced in a while. It’s so hard finding words in unusual situations.

I can’t even call or anything because dude doesn’t have a cell phone. Even if I could, I wouldn’t know what to say.

It’s funny because my life, other than this bump, which only feels catastrophic temporarily, really isn’t tremendously complicated. I’m way too lucky.

I go to college in Baltimore and this is what I think at this moment in time:

It’s too easy for so many people to tell others how they “should” and “should not” behave in reaction to trauma, injustice, and inequality. How about we don’t ignore the feelings and struggles of others? How about we don’t negate the experiences and injustices others have had to suffer through by focusing on how they’re reacting in a way they “shouldn’t”? I know violence sucks, and I guarantee protestors know it too. However, how about the majority stops pointing fingers at the minority and telling them they’re reacting the “wrong” way to something they themselves will never experience because of their privilege? That’s what I think. Check your privilege.

When people pick their zits and complain about their face.

What are you doing? It makes your face a million times worse. I did that in middle school. It only takes about twenty days to break a habit. It may be hard if it’s a huge hobby of yours, or something, but I promise you’ll like your skin so much more.

You should also try changing your pillowcase more often - your face is pressed up in there for eight hours every night (hopefully)…oil, dead skin, acne-causing bacteria, etc. all built up in there. If you think you wash your pillowcase enough you probably still don’t, so go wash it now.

I don’t think anyone cares about this post, but that’s okay.