Executive dysfunction is like arguing with a small child to do something except you’re the small child.
lmao on the edinburgh zoo site it says “there is a daily penguin parade at 14:15 but it may be cancelled last minute as it is a voulntary parade, we do not coax the penguins with food, and they may not want to go out” lmao anarchopenguinism
queerplatonic is whatever those 3 middleaged animal men from ice age had btw. i hope you understand now
A few days ago I came across a video that really resonated with me and I can’t find it but what was said is stuck in my head.
I was always just the smart and nerdy kid and after the pandemic, and everything else that happened to me, I ended up failing exam after exam. And with that title of smart being gone I’ve come to realise I never developed an actual personality.
This is not like a fully completed thought but yk
So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks
Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'
And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.
How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.
Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'
There has got to be a better option.
A figure skating program to the how to train your dragon soundtrack and as a dress a black one with some leathery optics, but a small red/orange/yellow fiery piece of fabric at the skirt.
Petition for my partner to comment on all figure skating events like this:
i don’t think we talk enough about how childhood bullying really just. fucks up your ability to make friends long-term.
I’m not talking about self-image or even like attachment styles, although peer emotional abuse affects that too. I’m talking about how it legitimately stunts your understanding of how positive platonic relationships even work.
Like, a few years back (pre pandemic) a classmate point-blank told me, “hey, you’re pretty cool, do you wanna come out for drinks and trivia with us Thursday night?” and my first internal reaction wasn’t “oh cool, a friend!” or even “I’m not really interested” but: “where is the trap?” My kneejerk response to an earnest overture of friendship from this guy was trying to figure out how he was trying to back me into a corner, trick me into something, or make fun of me. We were in goddamm GRADUATE SCHOOL.
Of course I did end up going to drinks and it was a lovely time, but sometimes I think about the sheer number of potential friendships I’ve missed out on because I read their intentions as potentially hostile, *even when their intent is clearly not hostile*. Getting asked out for drinks is SUPER NORMAL. Being invited to parties is normal. Meeting for coffee is normal. in fact it’s a primary way of forging adult friendships. But i am immediately wary of it, because the years in which I was developing most of my crucial social skills were spent dodging cruel pranks, getting invited to fake parties or uninvited from real ones, getting asked out “as a joke”, being given compliments that were actually somehow insults, and so forth.
I don’t have problems making friends– I talk to people for a living, I am overall extremely charismatic and get invited out a lot, but I struggle to forge new connections because my trained response is to be immediately suspicious of people who appear friendly, welcoming and well-intentioned – even fifteen years later. This is why I don’t get the “you should have been bullied more” crowd. Like somehow bullying makes you more “normal”. It definitely doesn’t, even if “normal” was a real thing. I am definitely a more antisocial weirdo as a result of prolonged peer-to-peer emotional abuse than I would have been otherwise.
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
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