I tend to be a very kind and sharing person. This has led to numerous people treating me like shit and many many people telling me I need to be less kind. For me these people reveal themselves to be the kind of people I don’t need to associate myself with.

Anybody who sees kindness as weakness is living for a future that is bleak to say the least. If the opposite of kindness is strength, I’m not interested in that set of values. These days I’m even less interested in having the conversation. I’d rather just keep being kind and let whoever has their mind fucked enough to not believe in kindness, be. Everybody wants to justify their assholish behavior as just fighting for their whatever. Wht if we just took responsibility of the asshole things we did and tried to be better rather than focus on giving ourselves an out. Lets just stop the bullshit.

No.

Here’s why I think so: imagine trying to explain a taste without using other tastes as descriptors. Our experiences are so unique that to truly convey something so extreme is impossible. It is outside what language can convey. So even if somebody died and was miraculously resurrected, I don’t believe we have the words to convey that kind of experience.

I think this one might be worth thinking about OP. It doesn’t have to be like that. I find crying to be an important release for emotions and helplessness when faced with some grown up shit. Also laughter has for the longest time been a sort of a hiding place for me. Only in the most recent decade have I found how to laugh from my heart, fully.