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Imagine being a kid in school. Your teacher comes up with an idea for class picture. Every student will draw pictures of their friends.
Everyone starts drawing enthusiasticly, and canât wait to see what they look like in the drawings. When pictures are ready you notice that popular students have more pictures than rest, but nobody has done a drawing of you. The teacher notices that too, and asks if someone would do your picture. To your horror the class clown takes the job, and comes up with a caricature of you. Others are laughing, but youâre not. You feel awful. The teacher notices that. and asks again someone to do a drawing of you. One of the âgood studentsâ starts drawing, but the result is forced. Itâs just a drawing of a generic child wearing a shirt of same color as you a wearing. Thereâs no spirit, no soul in it. You start sensing that the class is geting frustrated with you. They want to be done with this. You ask quietly the teacher if you could do a drawing yourself.
After school your classmates confront you. Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it? The first picture was funny. The second picture was just fine! The drawing you did yourself wasnât right, do you think you are that good-looking? There were other kids who got only one or two pictures of themselves. Who are you to demand special treatment? Maybe there would have been a picture of you if you werenât such annoying baby, nobody likes you anyway, and nobodyâs going to if you keep on being like that, you donât deserve a drawing!
This could be story of bullying, but itâs also about how I see portraying LGBTQ+-people and PoC in mainstream entertainment.
Thanks to Fandoms and Feminism for inspiration!
This is a great metaphor.Â
This is the most accurate fucking post Iâve ever seen in my life oh my god.
This is incredible. A perfect metaphor. And it really points out how fucking childish it is to insist that representation does not matter.
I love the recent culture shift on here where the hip cool funney public persona changed from âlol Iâm so depressed Iâm a piece of trash nobody loves me lmaoâ to âi am a humble gremlin, and i will suplex god for his transgressionsâ
Iâm not usually a praying girl, but, if youâre out there, The Final Pam,
Fucking prepare yourself for this one
omg tumblypoos???? has anyone heard of water??? its particles are so smol they are cute lil cinnamon buns???? & if you drink it cold it tastes so good???? it has no taste but like its so refreshing why is no one talking about this lolâŚ.
this post is gonna crawl out of the computer and kill me
there needs to be a month between august and septemberÂ
october???
son i have news for you
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was âheâs got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heâd be more comfortableâ and it made me realise the world isnât all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying âYou can pet me, but donât pick me up!â One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him âdid you see the sign?â He said âyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donât pet them!â Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said âI didnât read it right did I?â And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said âits ok, i know youâve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsâ And I still havenât gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heâs a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like âhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourâs is so small I think itâs a good place to start.â Ofc I was like âyes heâs very friendly!â So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks âcan I pick him up?â And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoâs lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes âhey man, itâs okay just relax Iâd never let anything hurt you. Heâs a good boy.â Iâll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like âah yes the two least intimidating living things Iâve seen in Boston all day heâll feel relaxed around themâ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats. The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe. Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle. Whenever he came over Iâd put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats donât like being shut away without one of us.Â
One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box. I let her out and decide, hey, Iâm hungry, and decide to the kitchen. I forgot to shut the bedroom door.Â
Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent. My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up. I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guyâs leg, purring, and doing her âlet me on your lapâ meow. The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out. I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude sheâs harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her. Very slowly he touches my catâs face, and she leans right into his hand. He then pets her back and sighs because sheâs really soft and purring like mad. After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if itâs okay if she sits on his lap.
He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat. The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats. He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them. A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.Â
Oh no a new one!!!
Blessed post.
I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went âI always wanted to learn how to ride but Iâm afraid of horses because theyâre so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe Iâd dare but now Iâm too big and heavy for them.â You should have seen his face when I told them that actually theyâre not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing Iâm helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.
Have I told yâall about my husbandâs Fork Theory? If I did already, pretend I didnât, Iâm an old.
So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. Itâs super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary. You know the phrase, âStick a fork in me, Iâm done,â right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens. A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one âyou poked my trigger on purpose because you think itâs fun to see me melt downâ pitchfork.
This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as âIt may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.â
I like this and also I like the low key point that you may be able to cope with bigger forks by finding little ones you can remove quickly. A combination of time, focus, and reduction to small stressors that can allow you to focus on the larger stressor in a constructive way.
This is so important.
I love the recent culture shift on here where the hip cool funney public persona changed from âlol Iâm so depressed Iâm a piece of trash nobody loves me lmaoâ to âi am a humble gremlin, and i will suplex god for his transgressionsâ
This afternoon I read someone saying âif you tell people they canât do anything right, theyâll start doing what is easy.â
At some point in this dumpster-fire-in-a-river-of-sewage timeline, the flood of âyâall motherfuckers are doing everything wrong. stupid fucking millennials.â type messages hit that point and weâre all going, âwell. canât win, going to have fun shitting the board into a slipânâslide.â and now weâre all neodadaist skeleton-fucking trash pandas wondering what kind of loot Comcast will drop when we kill it.
âIâm not really mentally ill, Iâm just faking this.â - A mentally ill proverb
i said this to my therapist and she just looked at me and said âso do you think i went to clown schoolâ
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