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Does anyone else feel, like, a weird inhibition against starting new TV shows? Like, there are shows I want to watch but when I think about sitting down to start it something in me goes “no you can’t just do that.” What am i waiting for? I feel like I need to prepare? Brain: You have to wait. Me: Wait for what??? Brain: WAIT
I found out recently that it’s due to not having enough emotional or mental space to process something new. Got too much going on in your own head/real life already.
Me: I would like to experience this new thing.
My Brain:… no.
Me: Why not?
My Brain: Can’t do it. Not today.
Me: Whyyyyyyyy?
My Brain: Because we are processing at capacity and one more stream is going to crash the whole system.
Me, aloud: I’m not in the mood to try (new thing) right now.
THIS IS A REAL THING??? ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!!?
Wow. that explains… so much
No wonder I can barely start new anime or cartoons anymore.
This also can be a very common issue for people with ADHD or other conditions that cause emotional dysregulation, even if you’re not actively Going Through Something at the time. Like, the knowledge that it’s going to evoke an emotional response in you means you’re more likely to keep putting it off because you have trouble returning to an equilibrium after an emotional spike. Like, shows that I have been REALLY INTO, like SUPER INVESTED, with lots of feelings involved – I have to take breaks between new episodes of it and go back to watching things I’ve already watched before that I know how they end, and I’m prepared for the emotions that go with them, to give myself a break from the emotional spikes and exhaustion of being surprised – even pleasantly – by the media I’m watching.
One day in the future, the grocery stores are going to have 3D food printers in them, that'll print you fresh fruit, saving huge amounts in shipment and minimising food waste. Old people won't touch printer fruit, insisting the taste like crap - they tasted one 25 years ago when the concept was first starting out, and they refuse to believe that the technology has gotten so much better since the days of the weird, gross, watery and waxy first editions.
Except for an ancient white-haired little man who frequents the store near you, and comfortably fiddles with the printer, poking in an order code that doesn't exist, and the machine prints out some abomination fusion fruit that shouldn't exist. You try to explain how to work the machine and he's like yeah, I know - the first time he did this and got a lemon-watermelon fusion was an accident, but now he just really fucking loves the taste of waterlemon and makes them on purpose.
And that old man will be me.
I went to the local aviary today and they had some really mean things to say about owls.
Unfortunately they are not wrong
non-confrontational cowboy that wont turn around after the 10 paces
he just breaks into a sprint and nobody has ever been able to hit him because he serpentines so well
“This town ain’t big enough for the two of us”
Non-confrontational cowboy: “SURE AINT!” *sprints away*
Fastest Anxiety in the West.
Exactly 20 years ago (give or take a few days) like most French schoolchildren I was given a piggy bank to collect yellow coins (small change). It was a charity campaign called Opération Pièces Jaunes, to help hospitalised children, but my classmates & I were quite indifferent to the charity aspect because all we cared about was the fact that our teacher started giving us a candle in the shape of President Jacques Chirac every time we returned our little box filled with coins.
We were completely enraptured by those candles and the way the president’s face would start melting hideously if we let them burn long enough. Without any kind of deliberation among ourselves we turned it into a class-wide contest—it was obvious to everyone that the point of the Yellow Coins charity campaign was to win many little Chiracs and melt them to make the face of our president as freakishly deformed as possible. We exchanged them for pogs and marbles. We had recently learnt about the Plague in history class, with great relish, hence one lucky girl who managed to obtain a particularly monstrous half-melted face with a big wax bubble reminiscent of a bubo sold it way above the going rate, for 12 galaxy marbles—a fortune. (I was among the losers of this auction, and commented in my diary, with deep regret, “It’s just what it would look like if the President had the bubonic plague!”) Every day after school we went round town begging passersby for coins with something akin to mania in order to get more Chiracs to burn into ever ghastlier shapes. An old lady we ambushed in front of the church praised us warmly for our charitable spirit.
Eventually our teacher ran out of candles and this odd chapter of my childhood ended as abruptly as it had started. Our class was congratulated in front of the whole school for being by far the most ardently devoted to the cause (we got ~15kg of coins.) I wonder if the principal asked our teacher what her secret was to make us collect a truly astonishing amount of coins compared to the other classes, and how he reacted when she replied that she motivated us with busts of the President. One teacher gave a Carambar for a full box of coins, another believed that helping sick children should be incentive enough, but our teacher, an expert in child psychology, was alone in her conviction that the best way to go about this was to hand out human wax effigies for her students to burn.
This post is now one year old and my favourite thing about it is that no French person in the notes has ever seen a Chirac candle before, which strengthens my theory that my primary school teacher was making them herself, at home, as a hobby, and with this exact purpose in mind.
hero: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO???
villain: *choking back tears* uh, yeah, i'm actually trying really hard here man
hero: *now looking uncomfortable* oh
hero: hey man its okay that was good you uh you did good back there
villain: i did good??
hero: i mean- bad!! you did bad!!
villain: I did BAD?!?!
hero: i mean... you did good at being bad!
villain: oh... thank you?
hero: *awkwardness intensifies* no problem...
villain, tearing up again: no one has ever told me I'm good at anything!
hero: where are your parents I just want to talk
All the best hero - villain dynamics just lead right back to these two
yeah we know pre-civil war tony never has his shit together and rhodey, pepper, happy, and jarvis are holding like 80% of his life together but also he's the kind of person that calls his friends at 3am like "hey I'm at walmart do you guys need anything"
happy: is that code for something? are you safe? should I call the police? wh-
tony: happy. I am fine. I am having the time of my life. do you want me to get lucky charms for you or not.
happy: ...if you wouldn't mind, yeah
tony: wouldn't mind?? happy I would die for you
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rhodey, used to this: yeah man, thanks, I need some eggs and sugar
tony: copy that, babycakes
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pepper, who has been working for tony for maybe three months: did you wake me up to ask me if I need groceries
tony: okay in my defense I had no idea it was this late. now you're like, running my life and I want to show my thanks, is there anything-
pepper: give me a raise
tony: done. now-
pepper: I didn't mean actually-
tony: no, I know, but you're the only PA I've had for this long and you deserve it. now what can I get you
pepper:
tony:
pepper: I'm texting you my grocery list
tony: thank you very much
this is literally insane asklasfkdf like HOW
I love how so many of these things end in stuff like “go raise your children” “go drive your minivan” “go cook a casserole” theyre so close to saying “stay in the kitchen where you belong”
Genius
This is GENIUS!
Crows have good memory and communicate too so once word got out that the fruit wasnt the wave they all left it alone, thats cool af
i finish tending my garden.
rocks: painted. raspberry plants: growing. birds: bamboozled.
i am a successful gardener.
Hold on gotta go gaslight some birds so my crops will grow better
oftentimes when you look back on media you enjoyed as a child it's like hello why did they let a 14 year old fight a dragon? but star wars holds up. luke is 19. his reaction to losing his whole family is to say "alright, let's do this. I'm gonna learn to meditate and hire a sexy drug dealer and his friend who's a furry to be my uber across the galaxy so I can blow up a fascist government" that's something only a 19 y/o would do
https://twitter.com/mohammadhussain/status/1340439172687998981?s=21
As a Jewish boy who has spent a number of Christmases visiting my very Southern Baptist in-laws, this is 100% accurate.
Hey if you’re schizophrenic/psychotic I just want you to know that you’re a wonderful person and that you deserve so much better than the demonization, marginalization and stigmatization you face in this society.
Please consider reblogging this/other positivity posts for schizophrenic/psychotic people every once in a while. If you have more than 100 followers, odds are that a couple of them experiences psychosis and that they rarely see positivity posts for people with their symptoms.
bitches see a text and are like ‘ill reply when i have the social and emotional energy for it’ and then forget about it for a week….anyway i’m bitches
I’m looking… Respectfully.
setsuna that’s poison
She’s making Allegra chicken