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It’s really easy to say “take space to reflect” and really hard to “take space to reflect.”
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My first year of college, my friend Zoe and I started hanging out a lot.
Eventually, like all gays, this friendship turned into a crush, then a tumultuous relationship, then into a horrible drama filled break up that lasted years, then, eventually, back into a friendship again, a friendship that could withstand conflict, and was based on acceptance.
Pretty dope right?
Anyway, before any of that happened, I was hanging out with Zoe in their dorm room, talking about Batman, or how Jabba the Hutt really just wanted Leia to model his Etsy designs.
They said they liked to spend a lot of time thinking, or to like chill out and stare at the ceiling.
I remember being sort of confused, even disdainful.
“I don’t have time for that,“ I remember thinking.
Of course, I had time to scroll mindlessly on archive of our own for hours, spend weeks planning an ugly Halloween costume, and read every single post on MMAhomemadeequipment.com.