“I could make that abstract art, anyone could” then make it. Unironically. Go buy some paints. Do a mild googling. Do it, make the same art. See what it feels like. Find out what it inspires in you. Back in high school one kid was pretty disparaging of Jackson Pollock’s art until we MADE Jackson Pollocks and it became his THING for the rest of the year. You could go into the art room on break to find him picking out colors and preparing space to make em. Try on the abstract art and let yourself forge a genuine connection to it, coward.
You don’t know what it’s like to be disabled unless you’re disabled.
Not if you’re a parent to a disabled child.
Not if you’re an educator with disabled students in your classroom.
Not if you’re a medical or mental health professional with disabled patients.
If you’re not disabled, then you don’t know what it’s like to be disabled.
this is mean and terrible but it exhausts me to be around people who haven’t finished going through their pretentious asshole phase like okay holden caulfield I know we’re all helplessly suckling at the teat of modern media but can you shut up and play some goddamn mario kart for like five minutes
i may ‘have depression’ and ‘not function properly’ but guess what?
what?
Gay