It was an extremely hard experience for me. It sucks because I’ve been going to festivals for years, and love that counterculture. I loved the art and everything and the people I met (mostly) were incredibly lovely. But I was out there for a month and had to watch my partner of 5 years fawn over someone else and I had to live with someone else who wouldn’t shut up about her. Plus living in a harsh environment in a tent? It was hard.

I’d love to go back someday with friends but couldn’t say I have a desire to go anytime soon!

Yeah she would come over and fuck her ex and write all over our camp that she loves him. She’d tell him that she wasn’t together with my ex, and then bring my ex to our campsite with her. She’s on a power trip fersure. It’s a shame my ex didn’t see it.

You can have compassion towards the old times. That’s how I found healing. Loving someone through all the different versions of themselves, even the ones that hurt me, because I know they can do better and they weren’t vibrating at their highest frequency at the time because of the situations that had unfolded. It’s best to let go of expectations, . And recognize that they can’t always meet you where you need them to, but don’t have expectations that they will. Just love purely and freely.

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Sometimes bad things happen and we have zero control over it. Accept the things you cannot control and carry on. Sometimes there’s no lesson to be learned. And that’s the hard truth.

Interesting point. I took a Africana studies class in college and one of the debates with this opinion is that by believing someone was a product of their time, it erases the people who actually did believe that black people deserved rights and were equal like the whites during this period.

Just food for thought.

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