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happy Thursday the 20th
Iâd have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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115 Years of Flight via NASA https://ift.tt/2S4Bk9j
heâs making a list, heâs checking it twice!
heâs gonna find out whoâs on thin fucking ice!
đ¶ Santa Claus is callinâ you out đ¶
Death Culture in a lot of the US is so depressing and isolating. I know this doesnât speak to every cultureâs tradition and experience bc there are so many people and cultures in the country, but largely this is what I see.
People afraid of death. Not of dying, but of the concept and precense of death.
When someone dies, itâs spoken about very quietly and very privately, almost like it should be a secret.
Viewings and funerals have sanitized atmospheres, where you walk into a funeral home and very quietly tell the nearest family member that youâre sorry, and they say thank you, and you leave quickly, just as quietly.
People donât explain death to their children, or they even hide it (replacing dead pets with identical ones, usually with fish or hamsters).
Worst of all, when the process is all over, when the body is in the ground or an urn, people stop talking about the person as if their memory is a taboo.
It has been eight years since my dad died. Eight. And people still avoid bringing him up around me. Sometimes theyâll even apologize if they mention him. If I meet someone new and mention he died, eight years ago, they say âoh Iâm so sorryâ and avoid saying anything ever again that may reference me having a dad.
Itâs like when someone dies here, people want to pretend they never lived.
Iâve never understood this sort of culture, because on my momâs side, weâve always been super open about death. When a family member dies, we stand up by their body at the wake and tell lively stories about them. People laugh loudly and cry freely and share the most noble and most hilariously embarrassing moments they hold dear to them with the person we lost.
At the house we eat all day, but we can never eat enough, because more and more people bring more and cook more. We drink, and we even play instruments and sing, and we tell more stories.
And we tell the children what death means. And we donât stop talking about the person once theyâre in the ground.
If I miss them, I can message a family member and share a memory and feel better again.
So it always astounds me when someone asks me about my parents, and the way I watch them absolutely clam up when I say my dad died when I was in high school. I see in their eyes the way they silently make a note to never bring him up again.
Of course, if I ASKED them not to, thatâd be one thing.
But I canât ignore that we live largely in a society where death is a secret thing. A scary and inappropriate topic that happens behind closed doors. A dirty fact of life that we deal with as quickly as possible and canât wait to wash our hands of.
I think it makes it harder for everyone. I hate that I feel I canât bring up my own father, who raised me for seventeen years, without making Polite Company visibly uncomfortable.
Death is part of life. Itâs going to happen to all of us, and Iâm grateful to know that when it eventually happens to me, my family will laugh and cry and sing and eat my favorite food and drink my favorite drinks and tell embarrassing stories about me and my memory will stay with them because theyâll never lock it away in some secret little drawer deemed impolite and scary and dark.
There are so many cultures that process death in much healthier ways, and Iâm not saying we should take heir traditions, but I think we should follow their example.
As it is, death is an isolating experience. We need to start talking about it.
Death isnât evil, or inherently bad, or mysterious. It just happens. And it hurts. And itâs hard and sad and difficult to navigate. But all of those things are better managed when we talk and remember.
Iâm usually careful mentioning recent ones in case the person Iâm talking to doesnât want to break down just then, but that still ties into the whole ânot publicly processing griefâ thing
Oh of course! I respect that itâs painful to think about someone you just lost and that some people would prefer to not bring it up at the lunch buffet. I guess Iâm getting more at the idea that if someone DOES want to talk about someone they lost, other people act uncomfortable and overly careful and often actually make the person who experienced the loss feel like they shouldnât bring it up anymore for the sake of their company.
When my dad died, I talked about him all the time and made jokes. One day one of my classmates caught me crying about it and said âI just didnât think you were ever that upset about itâŠâŠâ
Itâs like thereâs a grief stencil weâre supposed to follow to appear like weâre processing loss in a way thatâs appropriate and wonât offend anyone else, and Iâm not a fan of the model.
Giant Black Hole Powers Cosmic Fountain via NASA https://ift.tt/2EjJGWF
if u put dogs in scarves u getâŠâŠâŠthis
No. 335
A new geometric design every day
im only saying this once
the only acceptable jobs for spider-man
broke high schooler
broke college student
freelance photographer
high school teacher
unpaid intern
pizza delivery guy
research assistant for doomed scientific project
guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos
being spider-man
and thats IT i dont want any of this âhes a genius tech ceo making millionsâ SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.
how about dog walker while in spiderman costume
you. you get it
im imagining âbeing spider-manâ as his full-time gig and i just
he has a patreon. the description is just the words âIâm Spider-Manâ and all he ever posts is specifically-requested selfies from people who want to be sure its really him. pinned to the top of the page is a picture from the top of the empire state building (not the observation deck, the real top) of his spider-gloved hand holding a bagel that is on fire, with 34th street in the background
Astronauts Anne McClain and Serena Auñón-Chancellor Work Aboard the Station via NASA https://ift.tt/2SFSutQ
*sniff* *sniff*Â
I love this cat even if he is so dirty he ruins my hand every time I pat him
Thatâs dusty dan you fool
Please do not tell me lies about my favourite neighbour. His name is on his collar: âAlbert (Bertie)â
Dirty Bertie
ICESat-2 Reveals Profile of Ice Sheets via NASA https://ift.tt/2QrCRJM
I LOVE THIS MAN YOU DONâT EVEN KNOOOW
Planktonâs VA:Â âMy name is Plankton. Come and eat at the Chum Bucket! Every fucking day! You come down, and weâll shuff your face full of shit! [laughs] Iâm just kidding, donât come to the Chum Bucket. Itâs horrible. Horrible!â
This is all i ever wanted, to hear plankton say âfuckâ
