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@under-review-emotionally
whats your favourite scholarly insult
Big fan of "so and so claims X, but evidence says otherwise"
BIG fan of "it is tempting to think-"
Came across a really good one today:
"but upon more rigorous inspection, we find-"
I love academics going scorched earth. "It's tempting to think X" is a declaration of war
All of the examples in the notes are very good, but this one made me yell 'oh SHIT'
βIt doesnβt crash into you all at once. It comes quietly, like water seeping under a door. At first, you donβt even notice. The days begin to lose their edges. The air feels heavier. You stop answering texts, then stop opening them. The dishes pile up, and the laundry sits unfolded. Your world contracts. You get tired, then numb, until tired and numb blur into the same colorless state. And then one day, without being able to say when it started, you realize youβve been gone from yourself for a while now.β
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on friendship and survival
this week i found myself at the end of my rope.
everything in the lab, in my life, has been chaos β unraveling faster than i can catch it.
and then she was there.
four hours on the road just to remind me that iβm still here too.
she is a constant in a season that wonβt stop shifting,
a steady heartbeat when iβve forgotten how to breathe.
sometimes love arrives just in time to keep you from disappearing.
sometimes survival is borrowed,
sometimes itβs delivered with open arms.
βThe truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something I may never get.β
welcome to under review, emotionally.
iβm nearing the end of my phd, though not in the way i imagined. things around me have shifted β suddenly, drastically β and iβm still finding the ground beneath it all. this space is a record of that transition: the quiet chaos of closing one chapter while the next one begins before iβm ready.
expect science-adjacent thoughts, late-night ramblings, and the occasional meme about academic despair. all lowercase, mostly sincere.
