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i feel like it needs to be said that this is a quote from carly rae jepsen
As someone with pretty severe rejection sensitive dysphoria and social anxiety I’ve almost completely eliminated spiraling anxious thoughts about things I can’t control while laying down for bed with this one really simple trick and seriously, I cannot sing its praises enough:
Before I lay down, I know what I’m going to think about.
What I mean is, before I get in bed to sleep, I say to myself “what calms me down? is it big enough to hold my attention for 10 minutes to a couple hours?” once I’ve said “okay this is it for tonight” I lay down, and whenever my thoughts start going to things that make me anxious or upset or spiral my thoughts, I go “no, we’re thinking about [this one thing]”. Maybe I have to ‘realign’ every 30 seconds, but it keeps me from spiraling into anxious despair. Personally for me, low key embarrassing, but for me it’s daydreaming and “writing” in my head. I go “we’re writing this story tonight” and whenever I start the process of spiraling I start everything over again.
Just pick something relaxing, very thought consuming, and be BRUTAL about going “no, we’re thinking about THIS” and do it over and over and over again–as soon as your thoughts go slightly somewhere else, realign, start over.
Seriously, I used to lay awake for actual hours crying with anxiety and consumed with depression. For most of my life before I learned this trick I couldn’t control my thoughts for more than a few minutes if I was having a bad anxiety day–sometimes even on good days. Don’t doubt this trick, if you have ADHD or anxiety (or anything else that makes your thoughts run wild), give it a serious try. It really, really works.
Don’t lay down until you have decided on something to think about that isn’t anxiety inducing, when your thoughts start to spiral, tell your brain “we’re not thinking about that right now, we’re thinking about [this calming thing]”. It works. It really really does!
This is smart! Give it a try, folks.
If you struggle to find something else to think about, the Sleep With Me Podcast might do the trick!
I’ve seen this panel going around a fair bit, and each time, somebody in the notes expresses concern about whether He-Man should be holding that hand.
If you’re one of those people, allow me to assure you that there’s no cause for alarm: the hand He-Man’s holding is not the fist with which Fisto fists.
This is the fist.
It gets even better. In 2002 He-Man, Fisto is introduced as having one hand that’s just like that, because why not:
“lol guess we know what he does with all his free time”
And so you think cool, he’s going to get some kind of sweet gauntlet when he joins the Masters, right? Wrong. Over the course of the episode Fisto regains his previously lost honor by heroically sacrificing his own giant fist. And in gratitude for this act, Man-At-Arms builds him an entirely new, fully prosthetic robo-fist with which to fist:
Having a comically oversized fist for fisting is an essential part of Fisto’s identity and honestly, good for him.
Unlearning How White People Ask Personal Questions
http://www.samefacts.com/2014/05/culture-and-civil-society/unlearning-how-white-people-ask-personal-questions/
Holy shit. I have ALWAYS thought the people around me were being unconscionably intrusive and power-playing in their starter conversations and they told me I was antisocial and oblivious to culture norms. Turns out, maybe I’m just from a different culture.
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by Keith Humphreys - May 5, 2014
When I met my fiance’s African-American stepfather, things did not start well. Stumbling for some way to start a conversation with a man whose life was unlike mine in almost every respect, I asked “So, what do you do for a living?”.
He looked down at his shoes and said quietly “Well, I’m unemployed”.
At the time I cringed inwardly and recognized that I had committed a terrible social gaffe which seemed to scream “Hey prospective in-law, since I am probably going to be a member of your family real soon, I thought I would let you know up front that I am a completely insensitive jackass”. But I felt even worse years later when I came to appreciate the racial dimension of how I had humiliated my stepfather-in-law to be.
For that painful but necessary bit of knowledge I owe a white friend who throughout her childhood attended Chicago schools in a majority Black district. She passed along a marvelous book that helped her make sense of her own inter-racial experiences. It was Kochman’s Black and White Styles in Conflict, and it had a lasting effect on me. One of the many things I learned from this anthropological treasure trove of a book is how race affects the personal questions we feel entitled to ask and the answers we receive in response.
My question to my stepfather was at the level of content a simple conversation starter (albeit a completely failed one). But at the level of process, it was an expression of power. Kochman’s book sensitized me to middle class whites’ tendency to ask personal questions without first considering whether they have a right to know the personal details of someone else’s life. When we ask someone what they do for a living for example, we are also asking for at least partial information on their income, their status in the class hierarchy and their perceived importance in the world. Unbidden, that question can be quite an invasion. The presumption that one is entitled to such information is rarely made explicit, but that doesn’t prevent it from forcing other people to make a painful choice: Disclose something they want to keep secret or flatly refuse to answer (which oddly enough usually makes them, rather than the questioner, look rude).
Kochman’s book taught me a new word, which describes an indirect conversational technique he studied in urban Black communities: “signifying”. He gives the example (as I recall it, 25 years on) of a marriage-minded black woman who is dating a man who pays for everything on their very nice dates. She wonders if he has a good job. But instead of grilling him with “So what do you do for a living?”, she signifies “Whatever oil well you own, I hope it keeps pumping!”.
Her signifying in this way is a sensitive, respectful method to raise the issue she wants to know about because unlike my entitled direct question it keeps the control under the person whose personal information is of interest. Her comment could be reasonably responded to by her date as a funny joke, a bit of flirtation, or a wish for good luck. But of course it also shows that if the man freely chooses to reveal something like “Things look good for me financially: I’m a certified public accountant at a big, stable firm”, he can do so and know she will be interested.
Since reading Kochman’s book, I have never again directly asked anyone what they do for a living. Instead my line is “So how do you spend your time?”. Some people (particularly middle class white people) choose to answer that question in the bog standard way by describing their job. But other people choose to tell me about the compelling novel they are reading, what they enjoy about being a parent, the medical treatment they are getting for their bad back, whatever. Any of those answers flow just as smoothly from the signification in a way they wouldn’t from a direct question about their vocation.
From the perspective of ameliorating all the racial pain in the world, this change in my behavior is a grain of sand in the Sahara. But I pass this experience along nonetheless, for two reasons. First, very generally, if any of us human beings can easily engage in small kindnesses, we should. Second, specific to race, if those of us who have more power can learn to refrain from using it to harm people in any way – major or minor — we should do that too.
This is really useful stuff – as someone who’s on disability and knows a ton of people in the same boat, “What do you do for a living?” can be such a loaded question. “How do you spend your time?” is a much more compassionate thing to ask, because you can just enthuse about what you’re writing or how great your cats are or whatever.
“catholic/jewish/muslim guilt” oh you mean like understanding and being aware of your capacity for evil and harm? you mean like knowing that your actions have consequences?
More like being raised with doing good and helping others so deeply ingrained into you that your own self care and mental health slips and you give and you give and you’ve been raised to assist others and not to think of yourself and suddenly you can’t give anymore and the weight of having to take care of yourself crushes you
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one time i went up to my friend (also my coworker) and gave him hug from behind and just like held him there for a moment and our one regular client walked in and was like "huh....so are you guys like....winnie the pooh and piglet?" and i lost my fucking mind. what does that mean. i also said yes and that i was pooh.
me and this coworker are now dating and the same client client came into today and was like "sooo winnie the pooh and piglet?" again so we asked him what he meant and apparently those were the only two male fictional characters he could think of that hug