Why are goosebumps called goosebumps
few people know this but there are actually tiny geese trapped under your skin. when you get cold they think it’s time to fly south for the winter so they try to break free and the bumps on your skin are their beaks trying to break through.
trust me. i am a goosologist. i study geese. my wife is a goose. we have three beautiful goose-human hybrid children. don’t judge our love.
So basically my political philosophy class is fucking me up big time.
I can’t be myself and I don’t feel myself. I see everyone as an anchor and see what I want as a goal. I have become vicious and ruthless. But not guiltless. I am the Fox.
But not the Lion. Yet.
A couple of weeks ago I had a breakdown crying so hard I couldn’t breathe all because I was afraid to lose someone. It only became worse when I remembered what I learned in Philosophy, “all that you have is temporary. It doesn’t belong to you. It all leaves you and you can’t do anything about it. You ask of people the one thing they can’t give you. Permanence.” So after realizing that my biggest fears are true. They have always been true. And they will be truer until I die I had to stop. I had never sunk that deep into my mind. I needed to get out fast. I stooped only to seek refuge in my friends. None of which offered consolation, though the act of texting them stopped my weeping and shaking. I don’t know anymore. This rabbit hole is deeper than I imagined. And I don’t know if my ladder is big enough.
I have to keep going down.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again