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the end is near but so is the beginning
dump his ass. move to a walkable city. start hormones. get into fiber crafts. dye your hair weird. grow an herb garden. foster a distrustful cat. take a welding class. invite your friends over for tea and cake. get way too into obscure media. explore a new cuisine. lie to the police. protest in the streets. life has so many possibilities don't it?
make out with a frenemy. buy noise cancelling headphones. wear office inappropriate attire. quit a toxic workplace. improve your apartment. start a dog walking sidegig. get on first name basis with your local librarians. bully politicians at town hall meetings. get an unexpected piercing. cultivate farmer's market connections. trade recipes with a gossipy old neighbor. unionize your apartment complex. move to the countryside. let a friend take you larping. keep a sword on your mantleplace
get a tattoo on your 40th birthday. be tempted to buy a loom. do a charity drag show. sue your landlord. buy a really nice kitchen appliance. volunteer at an anarchist soup kitchen. rediscover a tv show you watched when you were 8. spam your state senators. shop at asian grocery stores. do cosplay. buy trans flags in bulk and mount them along the highway. go viral for unexpected reasons. move in with your best friend. make lemoncello with leftover lemon rinds. run for school board membership. explore pegging.
update: i'm delighted to report this post has been responsible for at least one person dumping his ass
update: three four people
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here’s your trophy for surviving today. i’m proud of you. i know it hasn’t been easy but you’re doing it. keep going. you got this.
tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary
Everything you say will be put through a filter of bad faith misinterpretation by an evil genie called tumblr dot com’s user base
I fuck with this
unfortunately i can’t control everyone’s perception of me down to the smallest detail. unfortunately they have their own lives and brains that inform the filter they see me through when i exist near them. and i could be the greatest possible version of myself and i could people please until the end of time and i could walk a thousand miles through the desert repenting and still it would not change this one fundamental fact
1920s guy driving a model t with a "i bought this before ford went crazy" bumper sticker
I'm doubling all prosperity today. have fun everyone prosperity is doubled for the next 24 hours
Sorry to get preachy outta nowhere but if you are a person who's never had a phobia PLEASE don't say shit like "it's not dangerous" or whatever because phobias, especially IRRATIONAL phobias, don't fucking work like that.
I personally have a specific phobia that, when triggered, used to make me spasm and hyperventilate and cry, and it was super embarrassing because I was fully aware that there was nothing really wrong. You can experience the effects of a phobia while objectively knowing you're safe! And STILL I would get people telling me to chill out cause I was fine.
I've gotten better at managing it. I can thing straight and control my breathing and not feel *emotional* fear, but my body still locks up and my heart still goes crazy and I still have to focus on breathing.
I am aware that it doesn't make sense. I am aware that I am not in danger. I'm practiced enough that I can sit still and have a conversation through the experience now. But it's still a phobia and no amount of reminding me how irrational my body is being is going to fix that- it's just gonna piss me off on top of it.
and you know what, I'm gonna add on the same thing I tell everyone who DOES tell me I overreact to my phobias: what are YOU scared of? Spiders? Snakes? Dirty needles? What makes YOUR body heave? Is it cold vomit? Spoiled meat? Dead skin?
When IM experiencing the effects of an irrational fear, imagine putting whatever awful or dangerous or nasty thing disgusts you in your mouth. Imagine experiencing a RATIONAL fear. Because it doesn't matter what I know is true, the effects of rational fear and irrational fear make your body do the same things.
Nausea, locking up, inability to make yourself move, panic, denial, refusal, shaking, disgust, revulsion, anger, fear, outrage, humiliation, vulnerability.
If my phobia is, say, walking past a 2002 Toyota Prius, then making myself do that FEELS just as difficult and horrific to me as licking broken glass off a gas station bathroom floor does to YOU. The only difference is *I* might have to do the thing ANYWAYS, while people make fun of me an I know that I look ridiculous, whereas YOU would at least know that your feelings are normal and your experience will be taken seriously.
WE KNOW OUR PHOBIAS DON'T ALWAYS MAKE SENSE. IT DOESN'T MAKE THEM STOP. Its why they're called "irrational phobias"
Hot damn this is an old post
But anyhow, today I encountered one of my phobias and was able to react to it calmly and rationally while my brain screamed instead of physically locking up and doing the screaming out loud, so here's to gradual progress
Also, figured out a better analogy over the years:
If Fear is like disgust, think of a Phobia as an allergy
I'm not DISGUSTED by the thing. Telling me you have a better recipe is not helpful. My throat is closing up and I need an epipen
i don't really want to weight in on the "using big words in your writing is ableist" discourse happening on tiktok because i'm like 90% certain it's an anti-intellectual psyop to stir up drama in online circles to promote the use of ai to summarize literally everything and thus feeding the LLMs and lowering the populace's mistrust of such tools but i also have to say: dictionaries and thesauruses are the most accessible they've ever been. if you use an e-reader of any kind you can look up a word without leaving the page. there's a plethora of online dictionaries and if you just type a word + "meaning" into google it'll usually give you a definition. we used to have pocket dictionaries we used when reading in class. i have two on my shelf right now that i used in high school. stop letting the fascists purposefully misuse anti-ableism rhetoric to trick you into never thinking again.
as a stuck up pommi kinnie all i have to say abt the finale is: i think it's good jacks died.
put me in coach. someone pay me to write this. it's my hole it's made for me
rewatched everything everywhere all at once with my sister and something that really struck me is how when i first watched the movie i fashioned myself more like waymond, and four years later i see much more of myself in evelyn — world-weary, embittered, prone to cyclical daydreams about potential paths i could’ve taken but didn’t. i recognize more what it feels like to carry your shoulders so tightly you can’t register the strain and how your own litany of hurts, doubts, worries, internal frustrations become a spiked shroud preventing you from seeing yourself and others clearly, and it’s humbling to recognize this is how history repeats itself, old wounds becoming manifest and easy to ignore when they bloom in the background.
but it also made me so moved by the ending scenes, the slow recognition evelyn experiences when she sees how waymond has been a steady, silly, solid presence across her encounters with him, across universes, how “the universe blessed her with someone kind, patient, forgiving.” lately i’ve been trying to untangle the knot in my throat that makes me want to check, again and again, for reassurance after many such instances of being told where i stand with someone after the fact. lately i’ve been thinking about how something i wish i could redo is to be more upfront about my care instead of letting it all simmer inside me, evident to all my atoms but not to the people it needs to reach, how it can hurt just as much to question someone’s earnest and forthright efforts to show care as much as it can to disbelieve you deserve them. as someone who has a hard time grasping their importance to people — to the point where i didn’t realize some of my best friends considered themselves close to me! — i just feel grateful for the persistence and patience of the several waymond-like pillars in my life, people who have shored up my heart with whimsy and fortitude, understood my failings and foibles, and showed me ways i can do the same.
not sure where this is going but! the rewatch did make me bawl (my first in like, a year or two… i was running up those rewatch numbers in 2022-24) and it meant a lot to me that it was another way i could connect with my sister & she could see me. watching that movie with people does really feel like a bit of my heart has been cut out of my chest and smeared on-screen…
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liking a ship but disliking the distinct set of stock fanon that they have been assigned is like one of those punishments dante came up with when he wrote the worldbuilding for hell in inferno