This just showed up on my feed and now I am reblogging it because of reasons. You can’t tell me how to live my life.
this is… this is fine
I am surprisingly okay with this, and possibly I am old because what I really want is one of those pastries in the third photo.
It would be totally cool if that nice young man brought it to me, but god help him if he shows up without the pastries.
Checked my work email, checked all bank accounts for fraud or weird transactions, checked the furnaces, did a quick weekly financial report, nailed some Styrofoam to the new basement wood chute to make sure tossing wood around doesn’t damage the house. Saturday I wrote 1000 words on Colony X, including editing, Sunday I bought adorable designer boots at 1/2 off, and I finished my library book about the Influenza epidemic of 1918 late last night. Next up, Plagues and Peoples by William H. McNeill. Then maybe some books and journal articles about forest pathology.
Jack London wrote 1000 words a day every day. I want to be Jack London.
I think I need more tea. And to do a shift moving firewood.
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
This right here is why I get so mad when people dismiss feminism.
What’s your current favorite healthy/fun recipe? I’ve been cooking and baking more recently and could use more ideas.
If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t.
Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof.
This concludes me attempting to be helpful.
I think it’s important that the label ‘my life sucks right now and I’m sad’ is used and respected. Being very stressed, apathetic, suicidal, overwhelmed - whether or not these are caused by your circumstances or your brain chemistry, the end result is the same, and a lot of the coping mechanisms are the same.
I even use the phrasing ‘I am depressed right now’ sometimes for that, though I’m equally likely to use ‘I haven’t been sleeping/eating/taking care of myself, I have no idea, okay, it could be a lot of things.’ I have never claimed to Have Depression because as far as I can tell it usually has a cause and never lasts very long.
I have some grand thesis about not pathologizing the normal range of human emotions and it being just as sympathetic to be upset because your life sucks as to be upset because your brain hates you, but it’s the end of the day so if you could just fill in something deep and logically detailed here, I’d appreciate that.
Oh, and not ‘oh your life just sucks’-ing depression. They’re often comorbid because depression lets you let your life spiral into a pit of bad relationships and despair and then your life sucks and it’s depressing.