sometimes quiet is violent

Hi everyone! I'm currently stuck in the most horrible limbo of all, and that is the limbo of having no job, no place to study, and nothing to do! My flight to Scotland is on the 4th of September, and so until then I have the entirety of August absolutely free. Most of this month has gone by already, thank goodness, but I still have about two weeks left. I don't mean that I'm somehow too eager to go because I don't like anyone here anymore, definitely not! I just hate being in that liminal place where I'm not really doing anything with a purpose and am mostly just wasting time at home. Something as exciting as moving to another country is really difficult to wait patiently for. Anyway, as some of you might know, I got a tattoo about three weeks ago. It was a gift from my dear friend, and I'm still absolutely in love with it. As many people have already asked me about the meaning of it, I figured I might as well write a post about it since its not that easy of...

I've been discussing this topic with a few friends the past couple of days so I thought I might as well write about it. Unfortunately I do not know how this goes among guys, but the experience I have of self-hate, specifically hating your own body or parts of it, comes from my times talking with girls. So I'll share my experience, feel free to comment if you have any disagreements/experiences that might be useful. It has become almost acceptable, at least among girls I know, to hate or strongly dislike a part of your body and say it out loud. Conversations are formed around "I hate my thighs so much" and instead of going "hey I like your thighs" the answer often is "yeah but have you seen my knees, they are so much worse". We compare ourselves to others, try to hate more, to be more discontent. That's really odd. I don't think about my friends' bodies when I dislike parts of my own. I don't think about the sizes of their hips or...