During a fashion show, everyone sits around the ramp and look at the model’s clothes (body).
They are looking at the clothes, which is within context.
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Where as in a strip club, they sit around the strippers to look at their body.
Do you see how the context changes?
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When everyone around you are dressed in a specific colour clothes for your benifit and you look at their clothes, it’s within context.
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When you are in a class and you have a doubt and you look at the teacher and raise your finger, it is within context.
The teacher is supposed to look at the student and ask what happened.
That’s the normal protocol.
But that bitch at crochet class harrassed me in the beginning of the class and put me in trauma. Plus period cramps and anxiety of being in a new place.
I was going to faint.
On top of this, instead of asking me what happened when she clearly knew I had a doubt,
She started walking left and right intentionally and started again taunting me and harassing me.
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Everything that I do is within the context of the situation around me and what people are doing.
Even if I’m reacting to something, it’s within context of what they did.
But the world takes it out of context and hurts me for my reactions based on someone else’s manipulations, lies, evil and what not.
Without asking me what happened.
There is always two sides to the story and people are just bullshiting in front of the world.
They are turning tables and clearing their tracks because they are bitter or jealous or to save their ass.
People don’t behave with respect and convention with me.
They do whatever the fuck they want and cross my boundaries and space.
Because with me they don’t have to face any consequences.
They will never dare do it with others.
Even if they are beloved people, with me they are shit.
And my reaction will be apt and justified.
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rachana rajan <3 