Sometimes I forget who I have been, and who I am now.<\/p>\n
I forget the kind of person I used to be.
\nAnd I’m glad I do, because he wasn’t someone that I’d want to know, now.<\/p>\n
I am often unaware of the difference between how I’m seen by people who know me see me, and those who don’t.<\/p>\n
Because not having to give a fuck about what people I don’t know think about me is one of the ways I exercise my privilege. <\/p>\n
Yesterday, I got a reminder of that when I nearly punched out a plate glass window when my own reflection in it startled me. I put it out of my mind and sort of chuckled under my breath. Just one of those moments that we keep to ourselves, mostly because they are both a little embarrassing, and a little ego feeding. <\/p>\n
For my friends who are scared and upset right now, it may be useful to remember that I have your back. That I’m a phone call away. That no matter who you are, #IllGoWithYou<\/p>\n
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