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In other news I finally feel like my fingers can actually do shit now since the casts off and physical therapy and shit. Fun times. My middle finger's still fucked up though so that's a fun time.

#It's gonna look even better flicking people off now #not only am I telling them fuck you #but I'm doing it with a finger that looks like it got ran over B)

necropolistless

what if i get a fauxhawk

punkyiand

What if I gave you a fauxhawk

sorry I brought it up

punkyiand

okay so. therapy sucks. it sucks balls. how the hell can you guys put up with this crap.

necropolistless

so that’s where you’ve been

anyway sometimes you just aren’t going to click with a therapist the first time

you’re allowed to try and find a different one that works better for you

punkyiand

The therapist is fine

necropolistless

you’re allowed to keep things private

I’m up front about my issues because otherwise people tend to react badly when, well, I’m having a bad day/week/month. That doesn’t mean that you have to be open about everything, especially if it’s personal

i kind of enjoy therapy but it took a while to get to that point

like years

punkyiand

the therapist is fine I just.

sorry I brought it up

necropolistless

also yo you don’t have to be sorry about trying to take care of yourself

#i'm not mad i didn't #fuck what did I do wrong?

necropolistless

also yo you don’t have to be sorry about trying to take care of yourself

#............#that's... not why I was apologizing?#I was apologizing for disappearing a lot #and fucking #not telling you #and being a fucking screw up

punkyiand

okay so. therapy sucks. it sucks balls. how the hell can you guys put up with this crap.

necropolistless

so that’s where you’ve been

anyway sometimes you just aren’t going to click with a therapist the first time

you’re allowed to try and find a different one that works better for you

punkyiand

The therapist is fine

#and... yeah #sorry for... keeping it from you or whatever

okay so. therapy sucks. it sucks balls. how the hell can you guys put up with this crap.

#I hate this so fucking much don't fucking ask me what I'm going to therapy for and yeah jun i'm going to therapy #surprise thats where I've been disappearing to #i'm sorry

larmoyante

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via larmoyante)

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#science