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Going to an Open Mic Night full of retired Boomers with nothing else to do is giving me acoustic guitar PTSD flashbacks of my exe's dad and how his life revolved around soundwriting.

sinthomosexual

sourkitsch

Ceramic works by Tamara Santibañez

theolddivorcedzukka

sick and tired of people assuming that our new lady users are porn bots. maybe they’re too shy to post anything. maybe they just want to promote their job. think about and re-evaluate why you’re so quick to shut down other women

aizreblogs

Is-is this a joke?

theolddivorcedzukka

Are Women A Joke To You

determinate-negation

a variety of weird menorahs i found on ebay

kosmia

Students of Judy Chicago’s Feminist Art program at California State University, 1970.

getfunderberked

And it’s done.

plumslices

If we don’t microdose delusion we won’t make it through this reality babe….

leebrontide

So I remember reading about this study in grad school where they have a bunch of clinically depressed people and a bunch of non-clinically-depressed people a game that was partially chance and partially skill, and asked them to estimate how much control they had over the outcome.

The depressed people were far more accurate in estimating how much influence their actions had on the outcome of the game compared to their nondepressed counterparts, who consistently overestimated the effects of their own choices on their chances of winning.

Then I remember this other study (CW animal testing) where they put rats in a bucket of water that they couldn’t get out of, so they’d have to swim. There was a fairly consistent point at which the swimming rat would falter, and stop swimming, fated to drown.

Except that that’s when the researchers would pull the rat out of the bucket, give it a nice rest warmth and a meal.

When those SAME rats who had been rescued before were put in the same situation again, they swam much LONGER than they had before.

Why? The risk was the same either way- drowning. You’d have thought that the fear of drowning would keep them swimming to their maximum length no matter what.

The researchers conclusion was that the rescued rats had something they hadn’t had the first time- they had more hope. A miraculous rescue could come, and that let them swim for longer, just in case.

I think we do microdose delusion because sometimes that little overestimation of our chances, of our luck, keeps us swimming that little bit longer, just in case something good happens. And sometimes, that little margin really does make the difference.