What species is this mohawked cutie pie?
What species is this mohawked cutie pie?
Birds are awesome. Loved them even as a kid when it was hopelessly uncool.
I don’t look for things to be either angry or grateful about I just get on with life. I respect that gratitude works for you. Personally I find forcing gratitude just drains me. I find I do best just accepting that sometimes I’m angry or stressed and that those are signs telling me something.
I’m a nihilist. I wasn’t thinking of God.
IDK. I respect that gratitude works for others. I personally am not a fan because I feel we have the normal range of emotions for a good reason.
For example: Anger motivates us to leave an exploitative job or an abusive relationship. Gratitude might very well keep someone in that relationship or in a job where they end up herniating a disk…because instead of being angry enough to leave they tell themselves ‘I’m so lucky! Other people have it worse!’
You make it sound like some poor hardworking exploited person built the earth themselves out of some sort of clay and handed it to me for free.
I find gratitude incredibly draining because it’s artificial and also it seems oddly guilt based. I would rather frame things as giving myself credit. I got tasks done. I showed self discipline. Gratitude implies I was handed something on a plate.
I think maybe there’s a reason we’re not grateful. Maybe we need those emotions to motivate us.
I don’t think if I were grateful I’d bother finishing up my scifi novel or many other projects.
I think it just bothers me that people shove the idea of being this cuddly nurturer at me and don’t give a shit if it’s what I want.
A chess improvement company once wrote an article about me and although I was deeply grateful for the opportunity I am also very glad I saw the first draft because the reporter invented a whole imaginary child. While cutting a lot of my thoughts about annihilation and how it’s a fairly staple tactical skill.
To his credit he removed it when I asked but…ugh. Can people not stay on topic ever? I swear to God I could be in the middle of defusing a bomb and someone would mention husbands or children.
Because what they clearly meant is that I came across as being nothing but help staff.
Christ that’s so fucked.
No a very traditional and backwards woman made a comment about how I’d be a good wife for her son who I don’t even know.
I don’t know how I managed to come across as that much of a worthless cored-out shell.
Someone said I would be a good wife…I felt powerless and degraded. How did I manage to come off as so brainless and lacking in self respect that I’d have nothing better to do than be someone’s wife?
Annoy people by playing the kazoo in the library
Release 10 000 dobsonflies at someone’s wedding
Go to a heavy metal concert. Get facial tattoos and a bunch of piercings. Drink far too much Red Bull.
I have a fairly hefty ridge of bone there. Not a lot of sound conduction possible.
I like the idea but they just don’t work on me. I seem to have super dense and thick bone around my inner ear. The sound just doesn’t conduct.
I liked it at 11. Used to annoy teachers doodling eagles and owls on absolutely everything.