Wondrous

In my mid-twenties. Here's my space for my personal expression. There's some nudity, with no interest in engagement. Happy to hear about considerate thoughts on life, its wonders and the curiosity of it all

[love]

[depsidase]

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[lateknightradio]

[beaft]

common advice for social anxiety is to tell yourself "people aren't going to think less of you just because you said something a bit daft" but the thing is. sometimes they will. and you just have to learn to be cool with that and to treat it as a dnd random encounter rather than letting it ruin your whole day

[beaft]

recent example. lady at my careers appointment had a post-it with her name on it stuck to the monitor, so i introduced myself by saying "hello, i'm eliot! you must be [name], it's nice to meet you!" and she stared at me as if i was the stupidest person alive and said icily, "yeah, i'm [name]. congratulations, you can read."

in bygone times this would have reduced me to a sort of quivering blancmange. thankfully i am now in a place where i was able to pull back, calmly evaluate this interaction, and say to myself "this woman should probably not be working in a customer-facing job"

[beaft]

important additions!!!!

[animentality]

[esoteric-merit]

This is about as unrelated as it gets, but I was once on a cooking competition show as background. I had a prep list, and while the contestants were front-stage, I was in the back of the shot, doing the prep list, looking chef-y, alongside some other BG. The prep list was double-duty, it was also making stuff for the contestants to use later, but our main job was just to make the kitchen look busier. I imagine that in most shots I was in, I was at best an out-of-focus blur behind the main shot. So at the beginning, the contestants are showing off their knife skills and making little fruit sculptures or whatever, IDGAF, and they were being interviewed at the same time. "What does cooking mean to you?" and that kind of stuff. I . . . was not supposed to be interviewed. I was BG. The interviewer apparently, did not know who was a contestant and who was BG, so they came over to me. And after all of these eloquent long-winded philosophy-and-dream guided answers, they come to me, and go "What is cooking?" And me, deep in focus on looking professional and getting the prep list done and not listening to the interviews, aware that I'm not supposed to talk or be talked to (I'm not paid for speaking lines!), but also aware I am the focus right now, but also aware that they will cut this out of the televised part and I can relax and shrug him off, but also suddenly aware there's still a live audience and I can't just shrug him off, but also confused because I didn't realize he was fishing for a deep philosophical answer: "Cooking is making food". Well. I got a laugh out of the live audience, and they must have decided to keep the line because my pay was upgraded from "SSE" (Special Skills Extra) rates to "Speaking" rates.

[templatelord]

best answer

[darkspaceboytoy]

#misandryinaction #littlemanbigotry

[dogpuppy]

[my-friends-call-me-mcsad]

[vltima]

a number of years ago when I was at Boy Scout Camp, someone shared this bit of trivia. Within days, it had become a competition, the entire camp overrun by elbow licking. See, the thing about it is, if you're aware of the licker, you can feel it. But if you don't know someone is doing it, you legitimately cannot feel the lick. So for the rest of the week, you'd spot kids sneaking up on each other, attempting to lick elbows unnoticed. It was wild.

[karis-the-fangirl]

When my younger siblings were still 11 and 8, our family stayed in a couple of cabins with four other families who had kids in the same age group. So there were a dozen or so kids running around living their best feral lives, and licking elbows became The Activity—double prestige if you licked an adult’s elbow.

So that’s why a bunch of parents rubbed jalapeño juice on their elbows

…and why our family still says ‘these elbows are spicy!! You have to sniff them first!’

[pearly-moonlight-melancholy]

I lose things over and over.

I start over all the time.

Even my mind I lose, my memory.

So many things lost.

I start wondering more about poverty.

I never truly lived in it. Not deeply.

I have a roof over my head and yet I am houseless without my willingness to pretend what is not true and give myself away without truly wanting to.

I always had food, despite my mother's worry how to get us through the next month.

To be stripped of a home is to move vulnerably if the intention is not voluntary and the emotional armour is not zipped up.

I tasted lavish. I also saw the price being paid for it that is not made of dead trees and metal.

I paid it myself too.

Life seems to be a constant trade of something.

And to distibute it wisely is a tricky responsibility.

What does it mean to provide? To share?

Where are the boundaries to ensure enough capacity to be able to provide?

When to act flexibly and loosen a boundary and give more than usually. When to sacrifice?

When to turn into the receiver?

I am in all of these positions.

How to decide who receivs what?

Internally and externally?

I see people suffering all around me.

People in need.

People I did not see before as they are.

Whose need I haven't recognized and taken into consideration before.

People I would have withheld personal resources from.

Protection is the key.

I tried to protect myself.

I try to protect others.

Protection and Starvation are on a spectrum.

Reception and Suffocation too.

Where is the balance and harmony in those?

I carry potential in myself - as do many others.

How do we help each other unfold it in its genuine essence?

I do not need everything I wanted and want.

But I yearn for what has not been protected and fostered.

And I yearn to feel such connection from within.

I would love to provide a nurturing ground to provide such growth for others too.

I hope such magic will find space in the universe.

[thememedaddy]

[llovinghome]

[nature-our-mutual-love]

💓💓💖💖

[nettles-and-petals]

[spearsdaily-deactivated20220704]

[wholesome-animal-images]

[what-even-is-thiss]

The reason your snacks are unsatisfying is that you need both carb and protein.

Carb starts your engine, protein keeps it going.

No carb, engine don’t start. No protein, engine dies out fast.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Easy carb add on:

Cookie

Fruit (canned or fresh)

Chips

Piece of bread

Popcorn

Crackers

Easy protein add on:

Nuts

Spoonful of nut butter

Cheese

Roasted chickpea snacks

Glass of milk (dairy or non dairy)

Small canned sausages or similar

[what-even-is-thiss]

Sugar in there.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I am pleased by people messaging me telling me that after adding a carb or protein to their snacks or meals they feel more satisfied all day. Yes, my plan is working. People are getting through their days with less hangry.

[thememedaddy]

[si-lee-me]

[kosmogrl]