my 'hey yes we have an all-consuming brainrot going but let's try and do something actually productive this week that I'm having off of work' project is sorting through my bookshelves, rigorously throwing things out (little miss I own over a thousand books in my one-room apartment is reaching the breaking point aka I'm finally and utterly running out of space) and i think i threw out almost a hundred books today and it's still not anywhere close for sorting shelves by genre without having to stack and put things second row. how am I supposed to live like this
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me: hector is part of a small percentage of garleans that have psionic powers to compensate for their inability to manipulate aether, but it weakens greatly with age and causes immense mental strain
also me: *falls into a deep rabbit hole of paranormal pseudoscience and marvel/dc comic power scaling wackiness in an attempt to explain why and how that is in the ffxiv universe, but suspension of disbelief is thrown out the window*
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thinkin about that extra lgbt bjj class i went to today in the context of being an analog for the extra outside-of-school band classes i had to go to while i was in band in middle school.
and thinkin about how the body keeps the score, and all that. (i really ought to read more of that book) doing this very physical thing is of course reminding me of painful events of the past that tracked similar lines. even though what i'm doing now is because it makes me happy.
that extra band class... i already hated band. had been curious to try it (and hadn't learned my lesson yet about never being curious, never asking to try new things) and then was forced to do it for two? three years? that was when i learned my lesson. because i had to be the best at clarinet, or something. i guess. so we had to go to weekly classes two towns away so i could practice more (and i sure as hell couldn't practice at home. because that would annoy my parents. and open me up to criticism for not being perfect) it was a terrible class to go to, that weekly thing. no one was nice. (i literally remember the other kids in that class as being black stony shadows...) we learned different things than at school, which simultaneously set me ahead of my peers but also behind them. that was the year i only had one (1) day a week where the only thing i had to do after school was homework. i was so miserable.
but what a happily contrasting parallel the lgbt class at the gym across town today was. we learned a new set of moves, but ones that built on what i actually know, and well-roundedly made me more skilled. everyone was so friendly and welcoming. we were all there because we wanted to be—no one was forcing us. and certainly not forcing us to be the best or compete. it was just pure fun. and learning for the sake of learning.
it's ironic that my brain drew the correlation to band class for another reason... the main explanation my parents gave me for forcing me to stay in band class even though i begged and cried to quit was that i "needed to make new friends". which fucking. was absolute bullshit and didn't work at all. there was only one kid in the whole band who even spoke to me a few times. and the friends i did have just had one more reason to bully me (i don't blame you squidward)
yet now? as an adult? i nearly immediately made friends! and was excitedly introduced to more friends!! because i'm somewhere i actually want to be!! and i can reclaim the agency to try new activities because no one. is going. to fucking. force. me. ever again.
life is good
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notable quotes during this entire process of Suffering
"you need to be a little delusional to have a thesis. at least a bit."
"oo she's starting to believe"
"barring setting your hair on fire and sitting between you and the monitor, i don't think you can be stopped"
"if you could, you'd have a beard at this point. and be balding"
"is it drugs or do you feel Things inside?"
"doesn't have to be coherent. or logical. just needs to Be"
"just write 'let's be frfr, you're skipping this chapter my esteemed committee members' in the middle"
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