it’s called “cruising” with your car because instead of walking alone naked in search of a sexual partner, you strap yourself into a metal contraption and hope trucks will have sex with you (what haters will call a “crash”)
ALTno I think this is for the best
i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER
I would like to tell you about a time when my mental health was absolutely trash and I developed a sort of code with a few friends, in case anyone else might benefit from it.
There is a type of task which I would call "washing a dragon." There were a variety of specific things that would fall into this category but broadly it meant something like, I need to do this thing and I have been putting it off because it will be hard but the longer I put it off the harder it actually becomes.
Like if I really need to wash a pet dragon, well the dragon doesn't really like to be washed so it's hard to fight with the dragon to get it washed but also the longer I put it off, the dirtier the dragon gets and so the harder the washing and fighting will be once I do it.
And for a real life example, I needed to email a professor whose independent study I was in, to tell him I needed to drop it or find some other solution because it was going to be so hard to catch up because we hadn't met or worked in weeks, but this was a hard email because I was embarrassed and I wasn't sure what the solution was going to be, but obviously the longer I put it off the harder the problem is to solve and the more embarrassing the email was going to be.
Washing a dragon was often something of this form, asking for help on something where the longer I wait the more help I need to ask for and the more embarrassing it is to admit I need it. But there were also other kinds of dragons to wash. And since they often had some amount of embarrassment to them (it's embarrassing to leave the dragon unwashed for so long) it is hard to ask someone to help hold me accountable for finally doing the thing, or to ask them to make me sit with them until I do the thing.
But once I had this code in place I could just be like "hey I need to wash a dragon" and I didn't need to say what the dragon was but a friend could say oh okay I will now pester you about washing the dragon multiple times a day until you do it, or I will make you sit next to me with your laptop until you have washed the dragon, if the dragon washing is a laptop-based task (forms, emails). This was very helpful. I washed a lot more dragons when I could have my friends hold me accountable, and I was more willing to do that if I didn't actually have to tell them what the dragons were.
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op this is good commentary but I’m mostly just captivated by how you drew the kid as a teeny little grub with a propeller hat
you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
This post is from 2013. It has less than 100 notes. Together we can revive this work of art that tragically ahead of its time. We’re ready for it now
when i was post op after top surgery i had a good friend there with me to help recover. but the nurse didnt get the memo and when i woke up she was like “ok i’m gonna go get your girlfriend and bring her in to see you!” and i remember being so zonked on anesthesia and so disoriented i just laid there thinking wow…… all that an they’re bringing me a girlfriend too this place is amazing
(guy who never went to public school) so cool that marilyn manson has all his bones
