So much peace to be found in realizing that social interactions are inherently “awkward.” People will always talk over each other or pause in a conversation or run dry for topics at times. It does not mean you’re uniquely horrible or that you don’t know how to socialize. I think it’s the way you react to it (either with anxiety or with nonchalance) that actually dictates how much weight it has. But even the most charming, most extroverted person on this earth has those momentary lapses that I think scares anxious (me included) people so much
the idea of public restrooms as "women's spaces" continues to confound me. you know who I hope is in a public bathroom when I go in?? no one. I would prefer no one else be in the bathroom. and if someone else is in the bathroom I am going to ignore them as much as possible. I did not go into the bathroom to connect with other women. I went into the bathroom to piss and/or shit. it's a toilet's space, not a women's space. shut the fuck up and let trans people piss and shit in peace. let's all continue to avoid eye contact with each other and any and all interaction in the toilet's space.
i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?
Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.