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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

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somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

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Something about mistranslations and perspectives and trying very very hard.

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Bear Selfies Captured By Camera Traps

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This video made me cry so I wanted to put it here

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I joked with someone recently “In The Walking Dead, when did everyone decide they didn’t have to go to work anymore?” Or it felt like a joke. But my brain keeps returning and returning to it.

Apocalypse movies show us sunny life as normal. Then hard cut to our hero waking up in a world broken beyond repair. No need to check emails at least.

But what happens when the world crumbles slowly? A time of endless uncertainty. When we’ve blown through our mental health days and we’re expected back to work on Monday? When we watch someone else’s apocalypse from the safety of our phones?

I don’t know how we’re expected to keep doing this. To see a father holding the arm and leg of what was his child. To see a boy hugging a body bag. To see the charred remains of a car a six-year-old girl sat trapped in. Trapped with the bodies of her loved ones begging the world to help her. “I’m so scared, please come.” Please come. To watch, to watch, to watch.

And then. To keep moving. To go to meetings. To one-on-ones. To performance reviews. To talk about work load and quarterly goals and oh man, I did drop the ball on that, won’t happen again. I just seem. I guess I. I can’t seem to focus lately. To abruptly look up from our phone as someone impatiently hovers at our desk. God, so sorry. I was just, I was just, I was just. Watching.

Because in this time of politicians so blatantly disregarding the wants and desires of their constituents, sometimes it feels like all we can send across the world is our attention. We drift between two worlds. Skimming the email over and over and over, no room to take it in as our mind conjures only the image of a woman screaming with endless grief.

What is it doing to us to continue to buy into this illusion of structure as everything we ever believed about the world shatters?

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gavin giroux mic'd up | via Senators

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yeah like horrific trauma n stuff but literally imagine the ego boost of surviving a saw trap .

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I’m obsessed with this video

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one of the best academic paper titles

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#Merry crisis

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