Because of the internal voice that made a home in my headspace, for almost all of my life, kept saying, “How can you say that?! Don’t be bastos!!”
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Well, I managed to go out several times this month–strictly errands-only–and what I have observed is that being a homebody is the most comfortable form of existence for me…
Of course, that statement underlies privilege.
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Not in a good mood at the moment, so this post will seem like I have reverted back to my middle school/high school days, when I treated the Internet as my public diary… (I still do, but in a formative way, because I am an adult…)
