i say things like, “i don’t trust people” or “i like people better from a distance” as if i’m okay with that, as if i could develop as a person if i actually believed and practiced everything i said. but the opposite holds true more often than not, which does tend to be a little frustrating, because even though i know those feelings are there, i am naturally inclined to trust, to find the little things to like about a person, to give the benefit of the doubt.
and as much as i secretly try to keep people out in a half-assed attempt at self-preservation, they always find a way to say or do something that softens me.
(i am annoyed by this as you can imagine.)
Crops of my thesis images. I will post the full ones after my thesis defense. Basically representations of my emotions when confronted by these different states of being, and trying to reason with not being as emotionally expressive as my friends and family—especially when it comes to death.
From top to bottom: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
Panda baby falling. x
