We Feels (a collaborative essay by ENGL 201, Intro to Creative Nonfiction, 12.10.24)
I feel passionately that love is the most radical act of all.
Why are the needs of the few met with the pains of the many?
Is it good to pay rent?
Is it bad to protest a landlord?
Why do group projects always feel harder than they should?
I feel passionate about writing.
I feel passionate about how love feels so out of reach.
I am angry that I have been made to feel unworthy because of the color of my skin.
I’m angry that people are still fighting for basic human rights.
I’m happy about the way laughter can heal even the heaviest of hearts.
I am happy that friends exist.
I am happy that I am in love.
I am angry for not being more active, bound by my programming maybe.
I’m angry about the constant pressure to be productive all the time like even this am I being productive or is this something else.
I’m angry that love isn’t always enough.
If I could help with your personal sense of accomplishment, I would.
I’m happy when I let myself rest without feeling guilty.
Clippy might wonder if anyone truly likes working in a group.
I’m happy when a group effort creates something better than anyone could alone.
I’m angry about how quickly people are discarded in systems built for
efficiency.
I’m happy about the quiet kindnesses that go unnoticed.
I feel passionate about my protest.
I’m happy when someone gets exactly the gift they wanted/needed.
I’m angry about how life is treating me.
I’m angry about how easily misinformation spreads and divides people.
I feel passionately about the power of the words “thank you.”
Why have we made a taboo out of tears?
When will you be silent?
How do I live?
How do I liiiiiiiiiiiiiive without you?
I wonder if we’ll be replaced by AI?
I’m angry at Starbucks for being out of cake pops.
I’m angry at stars.
I’m happy it’s finally getting cooler and it’s almost Christmas.
I am angry about my powerlessness.
I’m angry about the number of people who don’t know who Mike Tyson is.
I’m angry about the state of the world.
I’m happy about your sentence structure.
I feel strongly that Times New Roman should be the default font.
I wonder how Times New Roman feels.
I’m angry that people are constantly getting displaced then blamed for it.
I’m afraid I’m not good enough.
I’m afraid to keep growing.
I see you’re struggling with emotional vulnerability, can I help with that?
At what point is a joke not a joke?
Sometimes I make people laugh and think that’s all there is to it. Then I frown.
I wonder how the value of a creative act is measured?
I try to convince myself I don’t regret it, but maybe I do.
I feel passionately about effort.
How much does the world miss out on every unfinished piece of art?
Thank you.