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I believe he also now has a library card.
He does!
i think "turning into a pumpkin" is my new favorite way to articulate the state of things when I am at a function and very overstimulated and it feels like my brain is melting. it's like no i can't be a person anymore i have to leave i'm turning into the pumpkin. the time is up yeah i gotta go. yeah see u later. pumpkin time.
In my Disney princess era but I believe in not habituating wildlife to human contact so I keep having to shoo away animals that are trying to talk to me
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Finally! I'm doing as the crowd demands, and I am finally making custom HOC journal pages. While I'm starting with patrons first and my slots have quickly filled up, I will yell to you all when they are open again. Here's greenwolf for @moon-wolfie !
I put a pokemon colosseum playthrough in the background at work and I forgot how incredible the energy of the random NPCs was
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
I have a neighbor in her late 80s who I have lived next to for the past 4 years since I bought this house, that I have to re-introduce myself to every time she spots me outside. She remembers that I am her neighbor but cannot remember my name (unless she's talking to my partner, in which case she does remember my name but not his).
She has a truly ancient tiny dog whose pastimes include shitting on my driveway and picking fence fights with Fenris. Occasionally she will ask me to do his nails and he's actually wonderful for them so it takes like 3 minutes tops. She also will usually hand me whatever bill she has in her wallet for it- sometimes it's a 1, once it was a 50, usually it's like 5 bucks.
Now I have tried refusing her money and even gave the 50 back and wouldn't accept it. I then came home to the $50 bill taped to my back door the next day after work. So, you know, I'm kind of stuck accepting whatever she tries to give me because she WILL tape the money to my house somewhere otherwise.
(Once she gave one of her granddaughters a gift that required batteries and was distraught that it didn't come with any. Knocked on my door to ask if I had any. I haven't used my spare batteries in ages so I just gave her a whole pack. Refused to let her pay for them. Three days later a pack of batteries plus ten bucks was taped to my door. So this is not an uncommon occurance.)
Anyway this time she didn't have any money to pay because we're all fucking broke as shit on this block and she was really upset because his nails were starting to curl and once again I did them in like 3 minutes and when she apologized for not being able to pay me I just waved her off and told her not to worry about it.
I came home on Monday to my backyard being totally cleared of winter debris and the growing collection of winter dog shit as well as my fence repaired in two of the places that broke when the tree fell on it. I texted her adult son whose number I have and he confirmed he did it because he was happy that I helped his mom out with her dog. I tried to explain that it really does not take a lot to do the dog's nails but he similarly refused to hear it and said he'd be back in a few days to finish fixing the fence.
Idk why I thought he would be different from his mother. But I guess I get free fence repairs for the price of doing an old lady's dog's nails once every couple weeks to months.
It's all happening as it ever has, in accordance with tradition. One girl outwits the house and flees; another arrives in summer, seeking the solution to a crime.
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when the topic of unconditional love comes up it's so funny how the last thing people think about is unconditional love of self.
That's because generally people who strongly desire unconditional love do so because they're not particularly secure and want someone else to make up the shortfall. And people who love "unconditionally" are generally people with poor boundary-setting skills who are willing to put up with more than they should for the people they've selected as targets of that "love."
Love should be conditional. This is not an excuse for emotional or physical abuse or neglect - in fact, loving people conditionally is a pretty good way to select for people who will not abuse or neglect you. Some people love conditionally in really fucked up ways â bigots who reject their queer children, fathers who only love sons, partners who only love you when you're well, etc â but that's because they've chosen the wrong conditions to care about, not because loving conditionally is, in itself, wrong.
If my partner went out and killed a bunch of people I would stop loving them. If they treated their friends or family members poorly I would stop loving them. If they treated me poorly I would stop loving them. If they decided the Republican party's values represented their own I would really easily stop loving them, because I don't think I could love someone attracted to such a hateful ideology. I chose them because they're kind, and curious, and loving, and because we share certain values we're not interested in compromising. I chose them because I know that any hurt they caused me would be unintentional, and swiftly remedied. I will keep loving them if they become ill, if they stop being fit, if they make less money, if they don't age "gracefully," whatever that means. But I don't love them unconditionally. There are changes I would not accept, except in the case those changes are truly involuntary and I still have a duty of care (dementia, for instance, might make someone pretty unlovable but not worth abandoning), and in that case I would not feel guilty about no longer feeling what I feel for them now â I would still do my duty to the person I loved, who had no choice in becoming someone I couldn't, but I wouldn't expect myself to feel love in the same way.
Unconditional love, in most real life cases, tends to lead to a lot of disfunction, pain, secrecy, and cruelty, and in many cases the people around the person you love unconditionally are the people who pay for that love. This is how you get cases where families silence child sex abuse victims in service of protecting a beloved adult or older child. It's how people become victims of domestic violence or long-term emotional abuse. It's why some spoiled children grow up to be violent or cruel adults. It is fair to withdraw your love from someone who proves repeatedly that they are neither worthy of that love nor interested in becoming worthy of it. That goes for romantic partners, family members, friends. A few years ago, a friend treated me so egregiously poorly that I abruptly stopped loving her. Had I witnessed her treating ANYONE else this way, I'd also have stopped loving her. I don't feel badly about it. I don't hate her. I just don't love her anymore, and I didn't want to take her shit or be around someone who treats people that way, so I stopped being friends with her. That's allowed.
Loving yourself unconditionally is also a pretty good way to turn into the kind of person who hurts people. You should have a sense of what's acceptable behavior (the rules you live by don't have to be other people's rules, but you should have some rules) and guilt and shame â while venues of abuse in many hands â are actually adaptive cultural tools with some value in some contexts. I think we ought to focus less on loving ourselves generally, and more on approaching ourselves neutrally. You should take care of yourself. You should be kind to yourself, as you would to anyone. Loving yourself unconditionally is not attainable for most people who aren't significantly impaired in some way, and it shouldn't be the goal, because you're not a special kind of person different from other people, and it's not useful to treat yourself as if you are. If you're being a miserable asshole, it's probably useful to not "love yourself unconditionally" in that moment, and instead ask yourself "do I want to be around a miserable asshole, or someone who's kind" and then be kind and not a miserable asshole so that you can be around yourself without feeling terrible.
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âA Rolex on your wrist, brown onion, yes, melanin for the winninâ. Rosemary. Why God must have delivered those oils himselves. The peas take a bath. The break. The cut. The purĂ©e. Thank you for straining that. Why, livers, yes, the neighbors of the lungs. People sleep on livers; I prefer mines in brown gravy, drenched over a bed of white rice. The way you folded that into the flour: delivered by the angels. You have laid the liver to rest in a skillet of hot oil. The vampires are shooketh. The garlic is overpowering. Be careful; methheads see that torch and theyâre gonna go crazy. Artwork on a plate. It feels as though Iâm preparing myself for an interview with Hannibal Lecter. The wine is always decadent. You, sir, have misbehavedâ
Let people grow.
When I was younger I was very right-wing. I meanâŠvery right-wing. I wonât go into detail, because Iâm very deeply ashamed of it, but whatever youâre imagining, itâs probably at least that bad. Iâve taken out a lot of pain on others; Iâve acted in ignorance and waved hate like a flag; Iâve said and did things that hurt a lot of people.
There are artefacts of my past selves online â some of which Iâve locked down and keep around to remind me of my past sins, some of which Iâve scrubbed out, some of which are out of my grasp. If I were ever to become famous, people could find shit on me that would turn your stomach.
But thatâs not me anymore. Iâve learned so much in the last ten years. Iâve become more open to seeing things through othersâ eyes, and reforged my anger to turn on those who harm others rather than on those who simply want to exist. Iâve learned patience and compassion. Iâve learned how to recognise my privileges and listen to othersâ perspectives. Iâve learned to stand up for others, how to hear, how to help, how to correct myself. And I learned some startling shit about myself along the way â with all due irony, some of the things I used to lash out at others for are intrinsic parts of myself.
You wouldnât know what I am now from what I was then. You wouldnât know what I was then from what I am now.
It distresses me deeply to think of someone dredging up my dark, awful past and treating me as though that furiously hateful person is still me. It distresses me to see others dredging up the past for anyone who has made efforts to become a better person, out of some sick obsession with proving theyâre âproblematic.â
Purity culture tells you that once someone says or does something, they can never go back on it. Thatâs a goddamn lie. While itâs true that some remain unrepentant and never change their ways and continue to harm others, itâs important to allow everyone the chance to learn from their mistakes. Saying something ignorant isnât murder. Please stop treating it that way. Let people grow.
Still call it out and question it âŠ.
Bruh. No. Listen. Call out what people do now, absolutely. If they havenât changed, call them out on their record. This post is explicitly not about people who HAVENâT changed. What this post IS saying is, if someone is making an effort to be a good person, donât go digging around in their past for evidence that they were once for what theyâre now against, or once against what theyâre now for, as âproofâ of what they âreally think,â because peopleâs opinions and beliefs can change.Â
The obsession with finding shit in someoneâs past and then claiming that a questionable or even sordid past negates all possibility of a good present needs to become extinct. Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
If someone has changed for the better, donât harass them about what they were like before they fuckinâ changed. Thatâs shitty and it needs to stop.
We canât change the world if we decide people canât change.
Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
We really need to start asking where this purity bullshit came from. Iâm not Christian and was not raised Christian but there has been a lot evidence that much of gold star activism and purity culture originated in of evangelical youth movements and then infiltrated progressive left-wing and center-left politics when those youth left their churches but failed to leave behind the black-n-white puritanical âyouâre going to hell if you stray one inch from the righteous pathâ style of thinking they were taught.
I distinctly remember some conversations I had in the late 00s and very early 2010s with long time social justice activists who were baffled and disturbed by the new crop of youth activists who were practicing something that was decidedly NOT social justice despite stealing that phrase from us.
In the decade and a half that has passed since then, all of this gold-star activism and purity culture has done exactly what I predicted back then:Â empowered the far-right while sowing division everywhere.
Folks. This shit needs to stop.
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