Damn it i fucked up again

Sophia - somehow in my mid twenties - infp~t- Leo- SC: uncharged_life, insta is also uncharged_life add me if you want- spawned somewhere in the Midwest- listen im just bits stitched together into a person

[southernsolarpunk-deactivated20]

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[chicorystreetcoffee]

[catchymemes]

[wumbreon]

May we all know decadence such as this

[epicsause-official]

just made a tier list

[transgender-mp3]

If I may add

[dogpuppy]

[nineteenyearoldmeblog]

im fucking crying

[sclappin]

How convenient it is to attach small, useful objects to your clothes at waist level

[daughter-of-sapph0]

[gothicprep]

current thoughts while trying to be social

[nic-mharta]

 to It would be easy to say this is “yet another example of how boomers destroyed culture,” but it would be more apt to blame how capitalism’s exploitation of baby-boomers destroyed culture. In the first couple hundred years or so of the middle class’s existance, young people grew up inside an extended family and learned social roles by emulating their elders. Being a good host or hostess, and a good guest, were values that society recognized as skill-based. Hence, elders actively taught those skills and young people actively learnt them. But come along the baby boom, with an unprecedented combination of wealth and relative numbers, and corporations rushed to define a “teenager” market segment that they could profit from directly by separating their demographic off from the more stable “middle class family” demographic. So “teenage culture” emerged, and they myth of the “generation gap”, and baby boomers never learned the more sophisticated skills of being good guests and good hosts. And hence, many of those skills are only available to people who like hiding out in the HM435-HM477 sections of the library stacks. So here are two little hints from my time in the UBC main library, tested and proven over nearly half a century:

1) When you host a gathering, you have a duty of care to your guests. You have a legal duty of care to keep them reasonably safe, and you have a social duty of care to help them be reasonably comfortable. So try to greet each guest as they arrive, remember their name and something interesting about them, and --> introduce them by name to someone else at the party who might find that thing interesting too.<-- Sample script: “Bill, I want you to meet Emma. She is restoring a ‘65 Barracuda, similar to the one you restored.” After your guests are mostly finished arriving, keep an eye on your guests and when one is backed into a corner behind the potted palm looking miserable, go fetch them and introduce them to someone else. Sample script: “Oh, Phyllis, there you are! Have you met Toby yet? Toby! You should really tell Phyllis about your pet tortoise!” 2) When you are a guest and you get buttonholed in this way, help out your host by at least pretending to be interested in ‘65 Barracudas or pet tortoises, and asking the other guest something. Ask them anything. Or if you see the guy moping behind the potted palm before your host does, approach them and ask them something. The key is, use the words “what” or “where” or “how” to ask the question, rather than “do/did ...?” That way they cannot simply, desperately, answer “yes” or “no” and have to tell you something you can build on. And don’t worry about “not wanting to pry”. People tend to really like to talk about themselves, provided you give them leeway to decide what part of themselves to talk about. Sample script: “Lucky you! How did you manage to get your hands on a ‘65 Barracuda/pet tortoise?” Or if you didn’t get a prompt from your busy host, “What canapés are the tastiest?” or the old standbys Sample script: “what school do you go to/what are you studying/what do you do in your spare time when you’re not at a cocktail party?”

You can actually memorize just one of these open-ended questions and use it in nearly every circumstance; and then follow up by noticing what the answer makes you curious about, and asking that. Enjoy.

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

[bugs-are-buddies]

I think the lipstick looks really nice actually, and maybe this was the pig's first night out in a long time.

[goodgrammaritan]

[emotargaryen]

it feels like the walls are closing in on me and i dont know what to do and no one will help me and they're also mad at me for wanting/needing help

[botgirlchassis]

Ohhhh that is too much for you little spider…

[botgirlchassis]

Ohhh nooo…

[ambrystoma]

Ragebaiting Rocky by introducing him to Kelvin

[longhorned]

Nancy, March 3,1952

[aromanticduck]

Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.

Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.

Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.

"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you

[juststarsandthemoon]

Free service with no ads: Okay so these guys are stealing my data

[animentality]

[jemcvrstairs]

*sees a bird* i should learn to identify birds *sees a flower* i should learn more about flowers *reads about history* i should become a history expert *sees a skirt* i should start sewing my own clothes *sees someone playing tennis* i should try playing tennis *reads poem* i should write my own poems *listens to music* i should learn to play an instrument or sing *sees a picture* i should get into photography *sees -

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[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 cheerfully "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, evaluate this interaction, and say to myself "this woman should probably not be working in a customer-facing job"

[boggybottom]

Shoulder angel advice: When someone says something out of pocket levels of rude, my go-to reply is, "What a weird thing to say." Stops them cold, and technically you aren't being rude back, you're just pointing out their behavior broke social rule #1: don't be a dick.

Shoulder devil advice:

Treat it like D&D and use vicious mockery. If the person is physically attractive, give em, "You're not hot enough to pull off that kind of humor." Don't use this on a mid or ugly person. Never punch down.

If you want to give them psychic damage, hit em with, "OHH, so THIS is why people talk about you behind your back." Don't do this if you've actually heard gossip about this person.