hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving
oh, honestly I was planning on reopening the same wounds again and again and again and again and again and again and again
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hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving
oh, honestly I was planning on reopening the same wounds again and again and again and again and again and again and again
It's like we all collectively forgot as a society that friendship and just connection in general takes effort. Even if you meet someone you immediately click with, it takes hanging out about 20 times (!) to become friends. And guess what, some of those 20 meetings might be awkward or unimpressive.
We all want to reap the benefits (having a friend circle, having a partner, getting married) without doing the work (going to events, interacting with people, learning to handle conflict maturely, dating). Myself included. If I could, I'd never leave the house or go on another mediocre date again... except, that's part of the process.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, the cure to the loneliness epidemic is touching some grass and building tolerance for tedious in-person interactions.
Have to keep reminding myself: "You need to put up with this shit because something you want is on the other side of it"
Also occasionally "you don't have to put up with this shit because nothing you want is on the other side of it"
im so glad discovering music is endlessĀ
vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.
vampirism also poses the question "what if someone you loved, through no fault of their own, needed something from you, and giving it to them and seeing them happy provided you the greatest joy, and you were the only one who could do it, but at the same time it was slowly draining all your life out of you?" which is also a completely unrelatable idea to me because I'm a normal person with no issues.
Beloved ones. You feel this way BECAUSE you donāt do anything all day. Whether mental illness holds you hostage, or an aspect of neurodiversity says, āHmm not today!ā Or if your self-care day turns into weeks of paralysis, or you just take the damn day offā¦chances are, at the end of the ādo nothingā period, you will feel more overwhelmed and exhausted than you feel you have a right to be. You are borne down by in insupportable weight of time passing by, empty of anything meaningful. Panic can set in, or despair, or guilt, or numbness, or mania, or any/all combinations thereofā¦it hits us all differently.
If this feeling is bothering you, see if you can find the energy/focus/spoons to do ~something with your hands~
It doesnāt have to be quote-PRODUCTIVE-unquote. You can color (a real page with real writing implements, even if it sucks). You can massage your hands and feet with good-smelling lotion. You can go outside and stack little rocks on top of each other until they fall down. Arrange leaves into a heart shape. Count the anthills in the sidewalk near your house. Draw on concrete with chalk. Paint your nails or toes. The more useless and non-taxing for you, the better.
The point is, you ~complete a physical task~
Your animal-brain doesnāt know that this task has no āproductiveā value! Certain parts of your brain canāt necessarily parse that sort of thing!!! The deep wiring in your noggin senses that you initiated a task, spent time & energy on it, and completed it! Even something as small as the ideas above can start to re-wire your brain back into functionality when youāre overwhelmed and paralyzed. The biggest part is to engage with the PHYSICAL WORLD, because while our phones & computers & tablets can be serotonin-generators, the deep ancient-animal wiring in our brain still doesnāt quite interpret it as REAL. (This is also why practical VFX are always more charming than CGI, but thatās a rant for another time.)
Sincerely,
Someone who has fought this battle many times before (and studied it, and researched it in others, and almost literally has a Masters degree in motivating the unwilling)
"How do I stop being scared of-" You do it scared. The courage arrives WITH the action, not before it. Don't wait to feel confident before you act because the key to confidence is usually doing the thing while still scared as fuck
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When you convince yourself that you are a specific ātypeā of person, you often only limit yourself. āIām just a sadder personā āiām just a fucked up personā āiām a person whom people just donāt understandā Okay? What about all the time you have to transcend that? Authenticity requires allowing yourself to expirence all the states you are capable of. Youāre allowed to be different every day. Donāt let arbitrary categories become essential to your identity and restrict you in your becoming. You as a human have received the gift of fleetingness and adaptability: you are not a fixed, one dimensional entity. Treat yourself like the complex and versatile person that you are.
every post i see that's like "if you're scared of being like [bad person] that's means you're better than them and won't be like them" and it's like. lmao. my dad used to have crying sessions where he would confess his fear of being like his mother and causing me to grow up to hate him. usually after he did something fucking awful, to redirect the attention to his own pain. the girl who sexually assaulted me had panic attacks sometimes about the idea of maybe being a rapist, making it impossible to set sexual boundaries with her without her freaking out. whether you're afraid of being some kind of bad person has basically no bearing on whether you are that way
LITERALLY ANXIETY ISN'T AN INHERENTLY MORAL SOURCE OF SELF-CRITICISM. BEING AFRAID THAT YOU ARE BAD DOES NOT MAKE YOU GOOD IT JUST MAKES YOU ANXIOUS!!!
#as a person with anxiety I find anxiety is often counterproductive to self-reflection#because youāre too busy spiraling over Bad Thing You Did to actually do anything about it#you need to break that tunnel vision in order to actually make the change#i donāt like to sit with my anxieties for that reason#sitting there feeling guilty over what I did doesnāt do any good#it just made me and anyone I hurt feel worse#striving for actual change and making amends is the best way forward#but you have to break the doom spiral in order to be clearheaded enough to do that#sa tw
literally you get it.
Look. Look. I think the hardest thing about your twenties is the shift from getting shoved towards new frontiers of maturity by, like, puberty and education and the logistics of gaining independence, to you having to shove yourself. Itās a mental recalibration from āyou grow up whether you like it or notā to āyou can and should keep evolving, but now you have to choose it. And you have to choose it a half-dozen times a day in increasingly annoying ways. And this sucks but the reward is that you get to be a person in the world.ā
at least there is doing weird art projects on ur bedroom floor. at least there is that
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being ādifferentā is a lifetime of people telling that they hate me without trying to understand me. being ādifferentā is very isolating until i find community with otherĀ ādifferentā people and realize my experiences are not that exceptionally strange, that other people can relate to me and i can relate to them. there is power in realizing that weāre not as alone as we think, because we canāt be excluded anymore by those who want us powerless. beingĀ ādifferentā is realizing iām not that different and iām not alone and iām not powerless. itās being arm in arm with someone and telling the world you can hate us all you want, but weāre not going anywhere.