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theparadoxmachine:

I fucking swear I am about to punch him in the fucking face.

My coworker has been an annoying pain in the ass all damn day. (Ex: he felt the need to explain that the name Wichtenstein is German despite 1. Not speaking the language and 2. Knowing damn well that I do. He won’t stfu.)

I am having a hellish month and I’m listening to some comedy to try to help and he keeps interrupting me. I’ve been increasingly ignoring him, just not engaging. So just to screw me he went and got more work to do.

Just fuck off guy.

countesspetofi:

theparadoxmachine:

Story time.

When I was a really little kid I apparently had an imaginary family that lived at the airport. My family, consisting of my parents and my older brother, also told me when I was growing up that I wasn’t really theirs, but that they found me in the frozen food section of the grocery store, where I was left by my real family, who were aliens. To this day my family finds both of these things hilariously funny.

Fast forward about 20 years to the first time I read the words “emotional neglect” and the effects it has on adults and all I can think is

“Oh.”

My father’s older brothers created this elaborate lie that there had been a fourth brother who was killed by a St. Bernard, but their parents never talked about him because it was too sad.

The fact that they found his reaction hilarious when he was old enough to figure out the truth made me understand his issues a bit more.

It’s like a bizarrely elaborate form of gaslighting. In my case it was my parents doing it, which honestly kind of makes it worse because I was like 3-4 years old when this started and it was my parents doing it. And not just the lie but instilling the idea of otherness in me. Like I’m not just not a real member of the family, I don’t belong on this planet, to this species. I found it funny at the time, because I was told it was funny and I didn’t know any better, but looking back, a lot of things make sense now. In particular, this constant feeling of, again, otherness. I’ve never felt like I belong anywhere. And yeah, I have strange interests and such. But damn maybe I don’t feel like I belong because my parents straight out told me I don’t belong just for their own amusement. Also, you know, telling a little kid their “real” family (who you just made up for a laugh) abandoned them, no that’s not going to give them issues.

I mentioned once to my family, both immediate and extended, that I feel like the black sheep of the family and they were baffled and asked me why I felt that way. I don’t think I have ever side eyed anyone so hard in my life.

hogwartsconsultingtimelady:

a-simpler-life:

smolredlesbian:

whatblogidonthaveablog:

blueandbluer:

flashinqlights:

ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends

I love this idea. We used to do things like this in Improv.

Related game: “THINK ABOUT IT.” You’re given a random topic, and your job is to build it into an epic conspiracy theory, the crazier the better. You end your rant with a serious face and the command that your listeners “Think about it.” 

Another related game: Illuninati. Similar to Think About It except you are given 2 completely different topics and you have to connect them to each other in a wild conspiracy rant

Rb to safe an awkward hang out

Also: Shatner. In a group of friends, a person may call “Shatner” on another person. At this point, that person must O V E R A C T whatever they were already doing.

suckindeathsdick:

meanexwife:

meanexwife:

hey fellas last night i took a medication which is more or less the anxiety equivalent of a horse tranquilizer & essentially enterred the fifth dimension of sleepwalking in which i awoke but enterred a dissociative fit so strong i was really confused why my loving girlfriend was not my good friend and fellow viking bjorn, who i had to bring some furs to. also i might’ve cried about this. don’t remember

was informed i left out the best part of this 3am experience which was the bit where i, in tears, gestured to our dog and shouted, “i don’t know what this is!”

bruh you astral planed so hard you fell back into a past life

high-unicorn-tolerance:

people have so little appreciation for craftsmanship and it’s frustrating and sad. like i saw this video on facebook of a guy making a small throwing axe by hand, from start to finish, and half the comments were like “or just buy an axe for $15”

the dude didnt just want an axe! he wanted the experience of handwork, he wanted to engage in a tradition of craftsmanship, he wanted to practice skills. the process of making things is about so much more than the thing you make

if i knit a hat, the fact that i’ll have a hat at some point is tertiary to everything else i get out of the experience. it’s meditation, it’s how i interact with a community, it connects me to a history, it mediates my anxiety, it’s a sensory experience, it’s me engaging with my body in a way that is careful and thoughtful and elegant and beautiful

handwork is so devalued for a lot of reasons, and those reasons are almost always socially complex – there’s a lot to be said about how class and gender play out in different hobbies; how cost can become prohibitive in learning skills that were once vital to the poor, how certain kinds of labor have become a luxury, how histories of gendered labor cause that labor to become mocked. all of those things and so many more are difficult to grapple with

automation tends to lead us to believe that making is all about things, but when you practice handwork, you give the process its own kind of value and reap all its intangible rewards. if i could explain one simple thing to anyone who has ever asked me why i don’t just buy a hat, it’s that there’s a lot more involved in a process than just its product.

“A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.” 

-Oscar Wilde

cupcakeshakesnake:

pomrania:

mozzarella-shenanigans:

thatsthat24:

ask-ickle-mod:

cockaspiel:

shiropoint:

This is mesmerizing to watch.

actually physically painful to watch because you know months were spent masking all those frames for each of the kajillions of transitions in this

Holy………..shmokes…….

Oh?? My god??

I’ll try my best to describe this. It’s a video with a mash-up of a bunch of different Disney movies, set to a song that’s a mash-up of a bunch of other songs. That in and of itself wouldn’t make it praiseworthy, but this is DONE SO WELL that just, holy cow.

HOLY SHIT