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the human stress response seems so maladaptive!
To be fair 99% of our evolutionary stress response was meant to deal with far more immediately conclusive scenarios than the tedious bullshit we put up with these days.
very very slow tigers are chasing me
not to leave a serious comment on a silly post but one of the best pieces of advice I ever got about stress was to SLEEP but secondly, when overwhelmed, lay in a bed and intentionally hold all your muscles clenched. clench EVERYTHING. hold it for a few seconds, then let go. It tricks your animal fight-or-flight monkey brain into thinking it had, and won, a fight, and some of the stress response will leave you
#turn a slow tiger into a fast tiger with this fucked up trick
“Very very slow tigers are chasing me” is the most hysterical way I’ve ever heard my state of being described
Humans are persistence predators and then created deadlines and out-persistence predator’d ourselves
Some more tidbits from my grandmother’s WWII diaries which did not fit in the last post:
she got a secretary job for the railway service because she had heard that was a good place to help the Resistance, and indeed she was soon contacted to leak train schedules (so Resistants could sabotage freight & ammunition trains going to Germany) and administrative info to help people escape deportation. She writes that she hopes it’s “a little bit of help” and that it will sound “more formidable when I talk about it later—in reality it is almost mundane, not at all like what you read about in books”, and she often feels like she is “playing pretend”
This sentiment comes back a lot at the beginning of her war journal, a kind of surreal feeling, almost impostor’s syndrome, like she can’t take herself seriously as a person living through a war. In 1940 she tries to enter the “forbidden zone” where her former house is, to salvage some items before the house is looted, and a German soldier offers her a lift so she won’t have trouble with the sentries. She refuses, and he sighs and says in bad French “Malheur, la guerre.” (“War—what grief.”) She writes that she had this impression again, that they were all “playing war”, playing a role, and everyone felt weird about it
her fiancé (my grandfather) was among the young men planting bombs on railway tracks to derail freight trains, and he would occasionally steal from a wagon (having no compunction about it as it was stuff the Nazis had stolen) and she & her sister would find an excuse to go out so they could all open the “surprise barrel” together. They thought it was a lot of fun as they never knew what the contents would be—sometimes food, sometimes a barrel full of wine, and once they found items from the looting of a church: crucifixes, rosaries, prayer books and the relic of a saint. She mentions it several times in her diary afterwards, always quite wryly, “We’ve had 52 alerts in 3 days, it’s exhausting having to run to the basement so many times every night, but I know we’re safe, for we have my bone of Saint What’s-His-Name”
1941 is the first time she writes that she feels like she is “living through a chapter of history”, and it’s because she started using old bicycle tyres to make new soles for her shoes, and unravelling wool jumpers to mix the yarn colours and knit “new” jumpers, which “are things you’d read about in books about war.” She gives a jumper to each of her sisters, who are happy about it and say it feels like they are really getting new clothes, and she comments “Nous voilà devenues des héroïnes de Victor Hugo” (“We’ve now become Victor Hugo characters”)
I love the amount of times she compares her life to books—when her fiancé, who was about to be deported for forced labour in Germany, changes his identity and tries to escape to the unoccupied zone (the South of France) and then to Morocco, hoping she can join him later in Casablanca, she is very anxious but also notes how strange it feels to even write these words, which seem right out of a novel.
she was nearly 20 (in 1940) the first time her mother allowed her fiancé to visit her at home (they had to stay in the kitchen, with a chaperone) after he came saying he brought his stamp book to trade stamps with her. They have fun calling each other Monsieur and Mademoiselle again, as was proper (they had long switched to using first names when their parents weren’t around); her fiancé confesses to her that he spent weeks taking stamps off of any envelop he could get his hands on, to improvise a stamp collection so he had a wholesome excuse to visit her at home. She finds the idea brilliant. They do not end up trading stamps, seeing as the “chaperone” is her older sister Geneviève who kindly spends the whole hour “very busy looking for something in the pantry”
at one point she writes bitterly that she queued up nearly the entire day at a grocery shop that was supposed to still have some chocolate and coffee, as she & her sisters were desperate for either. Instead the only things she was given in exchange for her ration tickets were one fourth of a loaf of bread, a small packet of washing soda and a “hat so shapeless you can hardly tell it is a béret”. She writes that her little sister Simone didn’t even fight her for the béret, “voilà à quel point il est laid” (“that’s how ugly it is.”)
she is interrogated by the Nazis again in 1942 and starts to fear that she is about to get caught leaking all this info about transits to Germany, so she goes to the regional director of the train service (who lives in her street) for help. He tells her that trusting him was very dangerous, “What makes you think I’m not an informer?” and she says “Sir you only have one arm. You are a disabled WWI veteran so I assumed you weren’t too fond of Germans.” She then writes: “Je tremblais en entrant dans la pièce. J’aimerais être de ces filles hardies…!” (“I was shaking as I entered the room. I wish I were one of these daring girls…!”)
(One of the very few pictures taken of her during the war)
Madame, vous étiez la plus forte des fortes, la plus brave des braves, même en tremblant. Vous avez fait votre possible et vous avez enduré.
Oui, madame. Je vous entendez.
This is an excellent example of why it is not okay to hate French people just for being French. By all means hate France - especially President Macron - as it is a shitty nation with a shitty attitude and a shitty history of shitty colonialism. But that’s equally true of like 90% of all “1st world” Western countries and I’m sick of being publicly attacked by the Tumblr police for saying things like “It makes me uncomfortable when you outright tell your readers that if they are French they don’t deserve love or happiness” as though that’s an unreasonable way for me to feel.
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Some caveats:
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That’s all for now, Tumblr. Back to your blorbos.
Tumblr is dying.
This isn't funny, this isn't me doing a meme, this is me putting on a very temporary Serious Hat.
Tumblr is dying.
The recent attempts by staff to make the site profitable are the desperate gasps and grasping arms of a site that is well past the point of no return.
Tumblr was never going to survive very long in our current world. It's not profitable. It was never going to be very profitable. It's vitally important to the history and culture of the social internet (and, really, the world in general, to some extent), but it's been mismanaged, haphazardly-run, and just a general design train wreck for years.
Because here's the important thing to remember about Tumblr:
Tumblr is a bad social media site. More specifically, Tumblr is bad at being a social media site.
I know what you may be thinking -- "but it's better than [Twitter/Facebook/Instagram/TikTok], so it can't be that bad!" And that's incorrect. Tumblr is, by any standard measure, much much worse at being a social media site than any of those four sites. And there's one crucial reason for that that people keep overlooking:
See, people think of social media as being about connecting with people, or community, or social blah blah blah whatever and I need you to understand that all of that, all of it, is bullshit. That's not what social media is, and that's never what social media has been.
Social media is about selling your information, mostly to advertisers -- which, on the internet, mostly means to Google. Meta doesn't want you to find art on Instagram or talk to friends on Facebook. Meta wants you to spend time looking at your feed and putting in information. For all Meta cares, if it kept you on the site, you could kill all of your friends and only follow Instagram accounts that posted blank white frames. None of the "content", none of the "community", none of that bullshit is important to them. They just want you on the site so they can get your information -- via ads, trackers, cookies, harvesting your posts and comments, whatever -- and sell it.
I can't be any clearer about this next point:
Social media is bad. Anything that you like about Tumblr, TikTok, Instagram, or whatever, all of the stuff you like about those sites are either incidental or counter to the intention of the people running the site.
Instagram DMs are only there to keep you on the site.
Your TikTok FYP is very carefully curated to keep you on the app.
Twitter shows you exactly the trends it needs to in order to keep you browsing.
Ever wonder why social media makes people so angry? It's because anger keeps you engaged. It's 100% intentional.
All of the most addictive and engaging emotional states -- anger, fear, smugness -- are all really bad for your mental (and often physical) health when taken in large doses, and are also the only thing social media wants from you.
Now we come back to Tumblr.
Why is Tumblr better than, say, Twitter? And it really is -- we don't talk about this enough, but Tumblr is absolutely a better experience than Twitter. Or Facebook, or TikTok, or Instagram, or Reddit, or LinkedIn, or Imgur, or any other successful social media site. But why?
The reason Tumblr is so much better of an experience than other social media is because Tumblr is so much worse than other social media at being social media.
All of the stuff we like about Tumblr -- the crazy, shittily designed, chaotic reblog system? the fact that your dash is basically only chronological? the fact that the tag system is so fundamentally broken that the ways that it's broken have been culturally rebuilt as a part of the way we communicate on the site? the way that reblogs distribute content creation? the culture of crazy fandom people? that one werewolf fucker? the memes? the fact that, by and large, you don't get spoonfed stuff from around the site by an algorithm? mutuals? the lack of censorship, and, in turn, the fact that said lack of censorship drives away advertisers? the weird culture that keeps "normies" from tiktok away? -- all of that is absolutely counterintuitive to being a successful social media site.
Let's compare Tumblr to an actually really well-designed social media: TikTok.
TikTok is a goddamn masterpiece of social media design. If you install TikTok on your phone and give it even the tiniest amount of engagement, it'll nail your interests and dopamine triggers in under a week. Give it a month and it'll have its hooks in your brain. The algorithm is so finely tuned, all the systems are so carefully designed, the goddamn interface is hardwired to trick your brain into scrolling.
Stitches? Duets? Likes? Even cultural things, like trends and sounds going viral? Hell, the idea of TikTok sounds at all? All these are built to drive engagement.
Funny video? Duet your reaction. Someone asked a question? Stitch your answer. Someone singing? Duet for a literal duet! Sound going viral? You can do a TikTok of that sound, easy! Interesting conversation in your comment section? Reply to comments with quick videos!
And vitally, did you miss the last trend? No worries! The next one's coming along! If you joined TikTok today you wouldn't even know about the sea shanty thing. The culture moves at the speed of light.
The camcorder-like nature of recording on TikTok makes making the actual content a snap. The boost given to new accounts tricks you into thinking it's easy, and even in the long run, the distribution algorithms make it much easier than, say, YouTube to get the numbers to go up. Content is easy to make and distribute, trends are so quick that they're easy to follow, and the FYP algorithm gives the illusion of community -- and easy-to-make content and well-designed algorithms makes the numbers go up, and to our monkey brains, numbers = approval = success = dopamine.
Tumblr? Tumblr has none of that shit.
Instead of stitches, duets, or sounds, we have reblogs -- with a post editor that barely works, a following that's 80% porn bots, and a frankly baffling 15-year-old online culture that moves at (for the internet) glacial speeds and has hundreds if not thousands of in-jokes, none of which ever die? Have fun building a following with that, fucker! Numbers? You think we do numbers here? We suffer, and we like it!
Oh, and good luck playing into trends. I wasn't kidding about the glacial speeds and in-jokes. Sure, we have new shit happening -- Tumblr's take on the "your dick cold eeby deeby" meme is new, as is There Are Many Benifits To Being A Marine Biologist, and my Shakespearification posts -- but Colour of the Sky is, I'm pretty sure, older than 50% of TikTok users, and we're still making goddamn Onceler memes, and, for Christ's sake, even the new stuff is blending with the old stuff -- I just did a Shakespeareification of Colour Theory.
There is no algorithm beyond occasional "people you follow liked this". On TikTok, the only two feeds are "random shit you might like" and "random shit you might like from people you follow". On Tumblr, the only feed is "everything from everyone you follow at all times", and the site does not care about whether you want to see it or not.
Because of all this, Tumblr is not, and will never be, profitable.
Which means that, because we live in capitalism, Tumblr will die.
And due to the rise of competent social media sites, the competition is eating away at Tumblr's audience.
Staff is cringe, obviously. But they're also desperate. They're trying to keep this place alive.
And they're failing.
Tumblr is dying.
These are the last days.
The end is coming.
It's terrible, it's beautiful, it's chaotic, and it's ephemeral.
And we're never going to have anything like it ever again.
Enjoy it while you have it.
tl;dr if you want tumblr to survive we need the dash to start being algorithm-driven instead of chronological and we have to start saying "unalive" on here instead of "kill"
but also I would rather fucking kill myself than do either of those things
@violinsandtea I'd like to clarify: I'm not saying Tumblr is dead. Tumblr is definitely extremely alive. I'm saying Tumblr is dying.
Tumblr isn't dead, but it's been dying since before the famous 2018 ban.
Which, once again, is why I think its a good idea to give them your pocket change. $5 a month? According to google, Tumblr has 3 hundred million visitors every year (if we keep 2019's traffic as our average). If they're making just $5 off of every single person every single year, they would make 1 billion dollars every year. That is for the low price of $5 yearly. That is for 1 single month of them not running ads. If you pay that $5 every month for a year, and everyone else does the same? Tumblr would run indefinitely, and you would have $60 less by the end of the year.
Now obviously this isn't how its gonna work out. half of that 300 million is probably bots. Half of you aren't even interested in paying, another quarter can't pay even if you are interested, those two groups have overlap but some of you won't pay out of principle, and obviously there's the issue of Tumblr being so full of bugs that when I went to try to support the site the god damn payment page broke and I couldn't pay the $5. But just think. We could actually save tumblr ourselves, and all it costs is $60 each. We could outlive Tiktok, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, META. We already outlived Myspace. If you can, help keep this hell alive. Lets be the last standing anti-social media on the internet. We'll ride this bitch to eeby deeby.
Sometimes Tumblr makes me really sad that I was late to Tumblr
Still not paying the $5 tho
it’s not too late to start recovery.
relapsing is normal when you are on the road of recovery.
you’ll mess up.
you’ll fail.
but in the end, it’s all about getting up again.
sorry to post a tumblr screenshot on tumblr but im way too tired to find the og post
anyway this is way too fucking real because my friend asked me to read lines with her for her audition and it was an intense scene where her character was confronting and/or laying on the 'tough love' etc and i legit felt so tense the entire time like i told her you're doing a really good job bc i feel like im being scolded and i can't even look at you in the eye!!!! i am anxious!!!!
me in my head going like: its not real its not real that's not her that's not her lmaoooooo
Justin Bland
I had to quit my transphobic job in January and now I'm way overdrawn bc I don't get paid yet from my new one but anyone could help I'd rly appreciate it.
$cosmoraut & venmo: cosmobaut
Its probably worth it in the end. I loved my low paying job more than my transphobic one. Instead of dread I felt excited to go to work. And eventually the money will tend to equalize projected over a long enough timeline
everytime we touch i get gross feelings and everytime we kiss i swear i could die
“False Dichotomy” via xkcd.com
i respect the *suddenly leaves convo to go do drugs and doesn’t respond for a week* move
the feeling of recognizing when you're having a bad time, slowing down, and then doing something to make yourself feel better is literally unmatched. it's like, I can take care of myself?? fuck yeah I can 😤
*quietly whoops like a bird*
no deeper connection than between a human and cat
I am angry because I realized that after 15 fucking plus years of abuse and betrayal, it is somehow MY responsibility to deal with the aftermath (the anxiety, the depression, the PTSD, the panic attacks, the fucking self-hatred) of someone else's unspeakable actions. It just doesn't seem fucking fair! Healing myself is the hardest fucking thing I'm ever going to do.
Edit: it’s ok to be angry but eventually you need to move on, baby! I hear you, I feel you, I’m here for you! You deserve immense happiness! 💗💗💗