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wash him he smely
here’s how the other Eeveelutions react to bathtime 🛁🫧
Pencil sketch!!
My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being “soft” or some crap like that.
My ancestors, watching me stuff my face with fried chicken while studying: She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar. WE MADE IT
She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar
My ancestors watching me use my stand mixer while living in a small apartment and attending university: Thou hast kneadeth bread in FOUR hail marys??? FOUR??? And thou ist poor as a churchmouse, yet liveth in a fine cottage with four pounds butter and fresh berries in thy larder!! And two featherbeds! And thou attendeth the King’s college, as a lord!!
My ancestors being like:
Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read
And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesn’t know hunger!
We did it!
Me: /wearily studying/
My Ancestors: TRULY SH— what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!
Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/
My Ancestors: /cheer wildly/
Me: *hunched over at my desk nursing a headache.*
My Ancestors: “Truly, we prosper; see here, our infirm descendant need not even work on her poor days, but has the luxury to rest as she sees need! A doctor attends to her illnesses; her clothes are warm and free of pests; she cares for exotic and dangerous animals within her own home! We have found the height of luxury!”
Me: *treats myself to a pineapple and a bunch of bananas*
My Georgian ancestors: ZOOTH SHE HAS BOUGHT A PINEAPPLE! NOT MERELY BORROWED ONE! TRULY SHE HAS ACHIEVED FAR MORE THAN WE COULD KNOW!
me: [puts on warm socks and a blanket, is now warm regardless of the weather outside]
My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:
Me: [learns to knit from youtube videos]
My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future… She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a day’s earnings… and she does… she has so much free time to do as she pleases… and she uses some of that time to do what we did.
One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my children’s gloves… it wasn’t much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs… and I wasn’t a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.
Another woman, a peasant from what’s now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE: [Patting her on the back] I made my family’s clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now… But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.
[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]
A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: She’s stopped knitting and now she’s playing minecraft.
The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?
Telescope man: Looks like… Some kind of floating temple?
Everyone: [Goes completely apeshit]
Me: *literally just sitting here petting my dog*
My ancestors from 25,000 years ago: puppy
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A simple exercise in self-awareness that could change how you understand yourself
Close your eyes for a moment and think of a memory from childhood that fills you with a deep, almost magical sense of meaning. Perhaps it's your grandmother's kitchen on a Sunday morning, the sound of rain on your bedroom window, or the way afternoon light fell across your school playground. Notice how that memory isn’t just a recollection of the past—it carries something more profound; an almost mystical quality that feels both wonderful and somehow unreachable.
What you're experiencing isn't simply nostalgia. You're witnessing a fundamental force of human psychology in action—one that has been shaping your desires, emotions, and life choices since you were small, yet remains largely unrecognised.
The Mystery Behind Your Most Meaningful Moments
That sense of inexplicable specialness you just felt? It has a name: hagioptasia (pronounced 'Hag-ee-op-TAY-see-uh'), meaning 'holy vision'. It's your mind's natural tendency to perceive certain people, places, objects, or thoughts as possessing an otherworldly quality of significance—as if they're touched by something transcendent.
Here's what makes this discovery so remarkable: while many of your experiences of hagioptasia relate to your childhood, it isn't only about the past. It's a perceptual mechanism that's actively working right now, transforming ordinary experiences into sources of profound meaning. Your nostalgic memories are simply the easiest place to observe it in action.
A Simple Test: Watching Your Mind Create Magic
Try this revealing exercise:
Step 1: Think of three specific childhood memories that feel especially meaningful or "magical" to you. Not just happy memories, but ones that seem to glow with significance.
Step 2: Now ask yourself honestly: Were these moments actually extraordinary when they happened? Or were they fairly ordinary experiences that have somehow acquired a deep sense of specialness over time?
Step 3: Notice the paradox: You can intellectually recognise that these were probably quite mundane moments (a typical Tuesday afternoon, an unremarkable conversation, playing in a garden), yet they continue to feel profoundly special despite this rational understanding.
This is hagioptasia at work. Your mind has taken ordinary experiences and imbued them with a quality of "specialness" that feels completely real and external—as if the magic exists in the actual place or event, rather than being created by your perception.
Why This Matters More Than You Think
Once you learn to recognise hagioptasia in your nostalgic memories, you'll start seeing it everywhere:
That inexplicable allure of celebrities and status symbols
The way certain places (a favorite café, a scenic viewpoint) seem to possess an almost sacred atmosphere
Your attraction to vintage items, heirloom objects, or things with "history"
The transcendent quality you perceive in music, art, or literature that moves you so deeply
This isn't mere sentimentality or cultural conditioning. Research involving nearly 3,000 people has shown that around 80% of us experience this perceptual tendency from early childhood. It's a fundamental feature of human psychology, rooted in our evolutionary heritage.
The Evolutionary Story Hidden in Your Feelings
Why would our minds be wired this way? The answer lies deep in our evolutionary past. Hagioptasia likely evolved as a sophisticated guidance system—a way of marking certain experiences, places, and relationships as significant and worth returning to or seeking out.
Consider how your nostalgic feelings often center around:
Your childhood home and family
Seasonal celebrations and traditions
Moments of safety, comfort, and belonging
But hagioptasia also extends to social dynamics in ways that mirror other species. Just as male deer are instinctively drawn to impressive antler displays, or peahens respond to elaborate tail feathers, humans automatically perceive “specialness” in high-status individuals—celebrities, leaders, successful peers. This same mechanism that makes childhood memories glow with meaning also drives hero worship, status anxiety, and competitive envy.
These patterns aren't random. They represent exactly the kinds of experiences and social perceptions that would have enhanced survival and wellbeing for our ancestors. The sense of ‘specialness’ was evolution's way of saying: “Pay attention to this. Value this. Seek more of this—whether it's a safe haven or a powerful ally.”
The Double-Edged Gift
Understanding hagioptasia reveals both its benefits and its potential pitfalls:
The Gift: This mechanism allows us to find profound meaning and beauty in ordinary life. It's the source of our deepest aesthetic experiences, our capacity for awe, and our ability to form lasting emotional bonds with places and people.
The Challenge: Because hagioptasia operates automatically and feels completely real, we often mistake its effects for external truth. We chase after things—careers, possessions, relationships, experiences—believing they possess the specialness we perceive, only to find ourselves disappointed when reality doesn't match our hagioptasic expectations.
A Path to Wiser Living
Here's the transformative insight: Recognising hagioptasia doesn't diminish the beauty of your experiences—it enhances your agency in creating them.
Before awareness: “I need to recapture that magical feeling from my past” or “If I could just achieve [goal], I'd have that sense of specialness in my life”.
After awareness: “I have a natural capacity to perceive specialness, and I can cultivate this in my present experience rather than chasing illusions”.
This shift is profound. Instead of viewing your current life as somehow lacking compared to an idealised past or future, you can recognise that the source of magic was always within your own perception. The song of a blackbird in your garden today is just as worthy of that sense of wonder as any blackbird from your childhood—if you allow yourself to see it.
Practical Steps to Harness Your Hagioptasia
Practice Present-Moment Awareness: When you catch yourself feeling nostalgic, ask: “What would it be like to experience this same quality of specialness right now, in this moment?”
Question Your Pursuits: Before making life decisions motivated by a sense that something will bring you that elusive “special” feeling, pause and consider whether you're chasing a hagioptasic projection.
Cultivate Gratitude for the Ordinary: Deliberately practice seeing the ‘specialness’ in everyday experiences—your morning coffee, a conversation with a friend, the quality of light in your room.
Recognise Cultural Manipulation: Notice how advertising, social media, and status cultures exploit your hagioptasic tendencies by promising that their products or lifestyles will deliver that sense of specialness.
The Deeper Invitation
Understanding hagioptasia isn't about becoming cynical or losing your sense of wonder. Quite the opposite. It's about reclaiming your power to experience meaning and beauty on your own terms, rather than being unconsciously driven by ancient psychological mechanisms or cultural forces seeking to exploit them.
Your nostalgic memories have been trying to teach you something important all along: You possess a remarkable capacity to perceive the extraordinary in the ordinary. The question isn't whether this capacity is “real” or “illusory”—it's how you'll choose to use it.
Will you spend your life chasing after projections of specialness that exist mainly in your perception? Or will you learn to consciously cultivate that same sense of wonder and meaning in your actual, present-moment experience?
The choice, as always, is yours. But now, at least, it's a conscious one.
Source: A simple exercise in self-awareness that could change how you understand yourself
I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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