I am a seasonal being. Wait, I forgot to add human. So actually, I am a seasonal human being . What’s the difference, you ask? Well, a seasonal being changes every season, inside and outside. But a seasonal human being? Sometimes we change only on the outside. Sometimes, only on the inside. And sometimes both. The changes are constant. That’s just how life works. Seasonal beings understand that. Seasonal human beings… haven’t. But I think we will. The thing is change for us is still a shock. And the worst part? We don’t have a defense ready. Apart from crying, of course. Which, again, is subjective. Because men "don’t cry" It makes them weak. And women are weak, so they cry. Or so we've been told. Some of us develop defenses, though they’re not always healthy taking it out on others, starving, bingeing, self-harm, even suicide. And some of us just exist while everything around us keeps changing. We tell ourselves we’re excited about change. We admire other se...
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