me: “The entrance of my hometown has a shrimp boat sitting in the main street. At Christmas theres a shrimper Santa and alligators pulling him instead of reindeer.”
others: “what?!”
me:
this is the only xmas content i want to see, fuck everything else. Shrimper Santa and his flying albino alligators
I went through all of elementary and middle school thinking I was bad at math, when in reality, I had a form of synesthesia called ordinal-linguistic personification that altered my perception of numbers by introducing personalities and characteristics to them that made certain equations difficult to comprehend because the numbers ‘didn’t get along’ and teachers just laughed incredulously at me when I said that 8 and 9 were a hostile combination.
Growing up my parents taught me that if you’re too sick to [insert responsibility here] then you’re too sick to [insert something that makes you happy here].
It took me a really long time to unlearn this. When I would get sick or have a “bad day” I would deprive myself of anything that made me happy. Watching movies, eating something I enjoyed, going for a walk, playing video games or just browsing online looking at funny cat videos. I wouldn’t let myself do these things because I was always told that if I’m too sick to go to work, or do homework, or go to school then I must be too sick to play Mortal Kombat or watch Unsolved Mysteries lol.
Whenever I wouldn’t feel good, which I later learned as an adult was due to sleep deprivation caused by my ADHD and depression (and of course the depression itself would cause me to feel like shit), my parents would tell me “if you’re not throwing up, then you’re not sick.” And when I would stay home from school (or even work in my later teen years) my parents would make sure that I didn’t have any “fun.” No TV, no movies, no games, no going outside, no arts and crafts, no books, no nothing. Just lay in bed and feel miserable.
I’m happy to say that I no longer do this to myself. Now when I’m having a bad day or I’m sick (cold, flu or whatever) I allow myself to do the things (within reason lol) that I actually love doing. If I’m not too sick to step outside for a few minutes then I’ll go for a walk. I’ll watch my favorite movies and if it’s a bad day or a cold (something that doesn’t hinder my appetite too much) I’ll eat my favorite foods. I don’t guilt trip myself anymore for having a “sick day.”
Just because you’re sick (whether physically, emotionally or mentally) doesn’t mean that you can’t do things you enjoy. You’re not any less sick because you watch TV. You’re not any less sick because you’re playing video games.
Actually you SHOULD be doing these things when you’re not feeling good because they make you feel better. The better you feel, the faster your heal.
Do the things that make you happy to help you heal faster.
there’s something about it that’s just disturbingly real.
like i can come here and spout whatever nonsense i want, and ya’ll will tolerate it.
twitter is like an alien world where i don’t know what’s gonna happen, if fucking ted cruz is gonna respond to me or what.
it’s nerve wracking, it’s too mainstream.
i prefer this bullcrap where no one knows anyone or what’s going on at any given time.
But do u remember that time when a writer came at you here?
that’s true, but unlike twitter, i was only tumblr shamed.
and tumblr shaming doesn’t work on me because tumblr shaming is like if a group of furries came with signs to shame a filthy otaku.
on twitter, it’s like JK Rowling is gonna slap me with some half assed white corporate feminism and have her drones of cult followers come to shit on me for speaking.
or like blake shelton is gonna @ me for making fun of his music, and all of his fans are gonna light the fire under my feet.
it’s way different, being controversial on a mainstream media site.
tumblr’s a cesspit of stupidity, but it’s an obscure and strange cesspit of stupidity.
twitter’s a little too real.
trump and obama can have a rap battle on twitter and make it a part of us history.
tumblr isn’t the same way.
we all die in obscurity on tumblr, and i prefer it.
twitter feels like im in full sight of the snipers and i cant even duck behind a clown car to avoid them
On tumblr you’re in the clown car, hurtling towards a cliff at mach 3 with a few dozen others in the same car.
See, it’s metaphors like these that you can only get on Tumblr, that perfectly describe what it’s like being on Tumblr.
