𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖.

"𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎." Trying to drown out the misery of life through learning, may go insane soon idk.

[macgyvermedical]

Took me until about halfway through college before I realized “study” means “play with the material in a variety of ways until you understand it” and not just “read the assigned chapters and do the homework” and I think that probably should have been discussed at some point prior to that.

[sylviealexandria]

ASAGIRI DO NOT TELL ME YOU'RE A PEDO KYOUKA IS 14 DUDE WHAT ATSU IS 18 WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE GAY SHIT BETWEEN SHIN SOUKOKU??? See, you can tell me it's smth else, but the obvious implications are INSANE??? "She could be telling Atsushi about her crush on someone else, like a brother-sister thing" YEAH?? Seems very unlikely. Secondly,

WHERE THE ACTUAL FUCK IS DAZAI??? Naomi and Haruno not being there is okay, since they're not active members of the ADA, BUT DAZAI'S PRETTY DAMN IMPORTANT. EVEN CHUUYA'S RETURNED TO YOKOHAMA, SO WHY TF DID DAZAI DISAPPEAR?? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Unless Dazai already joined? But he wasn't with the Mafia members. Or maybe he disappeared off the face of the Earth to avoid joining the PM, to honour Oda's wishes? WHY DOES NO ONE CARE ABOUT HIM DISAPPEARING???

Thirdly,

OH WOW COOL, MY BOY ATSU IS IN LONDON OF ALL PLACES! WHAT HAPPENED TO REVEALING WHO'LL GO TO THE PM? FOURTH,

DID CHUUYA CUT HIS HAIR???? HWHHEHHUEEUE WHY. I MEAN HE'S FINE AS HELL ANY WAY, BUT WHYYYYYYYYYY PLEASE TELL ME IT'S A BAD ANGLE

fifth,

Wasn't this what Fyodor told Dazai during the whole sniper thing? Yk, where he almost died? That rat better not be alive, no way he's alive. OKAY, it's an...interesting ending to part 1. Excuse me while I re-read the whole manga again <3

[primroseidylla]

Do you prefer ramblings or coherent thoughts in Tumblr posts?

Ramblings

Coherent Thoughts

Both, separately

Both, at the same time

Neither (tf do you want then??)

Voting ended onMar 8

[primroseidylla]

Can't wait to study (which I don't want), graduate (lose my routine since childhood), get a diploma (a useless piece of paper that would probably get me minimum wage in a McDonalds, hopefully), study some more, get a few degrees (useless sheets of paper), and get a job (slave away only to be replaced by AI at a moment's notice and spend the rest of my life watching horrors beyond any sci-fi movie)

What a great time to be alive.

I don't get how anyone could possibly give up on life in this situation. Gen-Z is SOOO dramatic.

[primroseidylla]

Stuck in an endless cycle of hedonism, nihilism, and absurdism. Peak girlhood.

[primroseidylla]

I just read your post about the origins of knowledge and the frustration of being measured by grades. It really hit home for me, the world can feel so small when people only care about exams and income while you're busy thinking about the cosmos.

I'm a professional beta reader, but I don't just do the regurgitate and memorize thing. I love working with writers who have weird hypotheticals and deep, philosophical ideas. If you’re working on any research or essays and want someone to look them over, not to grade them, but to help make sure your true voice is heard and your ideas actually land, I’d love to help.

I want to help you make sure that work is useful and remembered, just like you said. Let me know if you’d ever want a second pair of eyes on your stuff. No pressure, just one human trying to help another stay true to themselves.

Thank you. I'll be sure to ask if that's needed. Have a good day!

[primroseidylla]

Continuing on my previous post, I like to think about all kinds of knowledge, I like to think about the origins of knowledge, I like to think about unknown knowledge. I stay in my head experiencing the cosmos through weird hypotheticals (missing out on what's happening in my surroundings, which I find very mundane and boring). So, when I'm forced to just...get a job, an income, or focus on grades, it takes all the joy out of living. Which is why I'm always irked when people bring up exams or grades while asking about me. No one really cares to do things just because they want to experience some facet of life, or to glimpse into the mind of someone vastly different from them. I do not understand how people can expect me to just memorise and regurgitate information, and base my value on it.

I am an inconspicuous person, not quite out-of-the-ordinary, pretty average in all that I do. But I don't want to use my one shot at living just doing whatever societal expectations bound me to do. The structure of society pisses me off as it is, much more to actually follow it.

That's the reason I considered research as a profession. I do want to be remembered by history, I do want my life to be useful, but not more than I just want to be happy. I won't be alive to see what I've contributed to society, a society that would turn against me in the blink of an eye, but I will be alive to experience how true I was to myself, if I'll die content or not.

Sure, call me dramatic or sensitive, but it doesn't change the fact that all these emotions are real, and I'm struggling with them, just like the rest of the student population

[primroseidylla]

Midway through my exams. Kinda want to disappear off the face of the earth, maybe retreat to the forest for 80 years.

This is why we romanticise studying, right? Because there abso-fucking-lutely nothing enjoyable about memorising and regurgitating information that you couldn't care less about.

There isn't enough time to *breathe*, let alone to study what I truly wish to, the joy of knowledge has been completely destroyed. I can't even begin to voice my frustrations, to which I think the only valid response is to scream.

But, I'll have to get back to slaving away, regardless. Great!

[primroseidylla]

It's an oddly melancholic feeling to be inspired by your past self. Ah well, whatever works.

Good luck to everyone else studying!