When you call someone a douchebag, what you’re literally saying to them is,
“You think you’re so great, but your existence is actually totally unnecessary and your main function is probably toxic. Also you shouldn’t be allowed near anyone’s genitalia.”
nailed it.
(Source: nerdgirling, via redcloud)
I just noticed that hidden message on the Subaru in front of me in car line. Geez. I’m on my way to the gym already.
And this is how I cheer myself up :)
P.S. How do I make this have a thumbnail? I want it to have a thumbnail.
redcloud said: I find the key to letting go of pain is learning the message it is trying to tell you. FWIW. Don’t know if that will help or not.
If I could figure out the message, it would help immensely. I’m very logically driven, and emotions, particularly ones that can’t be explained, tend to spiral out of control for me, or tend to be expressed as entirely different emotions (sad becomes angry, angry becomes inappropriate humor, everything else becomes major anxiety). Then the original “feeling” that I can’t name or rationalize or express appropriately ends up causing me to feel even more anger or confusion or frustration when I can’t justify it to myself, nor can I make the feeling cease.
On the other hand, since I’m highly skilled at invalidating others’ feelings that (to me) seem irrational, I am also realizing how skilled I’ve become at doing this to myself. This at least has given me a new appreciation for how their “feelings” can’t be obliterated by logic any more than can mine. And when I’m not invalidating my own feelings, I’m sure to be caught obsessing over ways to convince myself that they are perfectly rational!
There was a time about five years ago when life got really overwhelming for me. Right around that same time, I got really active on Twitter. At first, it was mostly passive-agressive posts with hidden meanings meant to be snarky to the other parties involved in the drama and chaos that my life had become. Slowly though, as I recognized that feeding into that drama just perpetuated my own misery while providing those folks with endless entertainment at my expense, my posts began to evolve.
Favrd existed. I began following only those folks who made me smile, and even laugh. I stopped looking at the pages of those people involved in the drama. I remembered that I use humor as a defense mechanism, and I made a deal with myself to stop posting whiny crap, and to start joining in the fun. Favrd fed my ego. I garnered a whole lot of “followers” (not as many as the *really* cool kids, but… enough to make me feel like I had value as a person independent of who I had been for so many years before my life got turned inside out).
I honestly believe that in many ways, the folks on Twitter, Favrd, and eventually Tumblr saved my sanity in 2008. I went on to find that I really could choose to be happy. I met someone, and since she wasn’t really an online kinda girl, my Tweets and Tumbls got fewer and far between, and I fell out of touch with many of the online folks I had come to see as friends. But I never, ever forgot the fact that without the redirection of my energy into entertaining a crowd of people I’d likely never meet face to face, I could have remained in a really crappy place for a whole lot longer.
That relationship was filled with the highest highs, and some of the lowest lows, and after almost 4 years, it may really have ended for the last time. After the events of 2007, I genuinely never believed I would feel pain like I felt back then. I thought that after that experience, I’d been immunized against that kind of paralyzing, exhausting, hurt and anger and sadness that goes along with the end of something in which you’ve invested so much of yourself. I was wrong. The difference this time is that I know deep down that I can choose how long to hurt. I can choose to redirect my energy in a positive way without it erasing or minimizing the impact this relationship had in my life. Choosing to stop wallowing in the pain doesn’t make the memories less real, nor does it erase the mistakes each of us made that brought us to where we are.
For some reason, though, I am having a really hard time with actually taking that step forward out of the pain. Leaving the pain behind represents admitting failure, and probably admitting that all hope is lost. It represents forgiving her for promises she couldn’t keep. It still feels as if somehow the longer or more intensely I hurt, I can act as a sort of emotional voodoo doll that will make her understand or change her mind. It won’t. This time, I know it won’t. And yet… when I catch myself laughing I feel I am betraying something by forgetting to hurt for just a moment.
So here I am back on Tumblr. Maybe I’ll find the courage to step into the light again, and maybe I’ll just find that you guys are still as entertaining as you were a few years ago, and be inspired to find the humor in this whole shit show.
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Just read this quote about an hour ago… dead on point for the past three and a half years of my life.
“I was just thinking about how stupid some people can be-you put them in a room with six doors, they’ll still walk into the walls. And then have the nerve to bitch about it.”
“If you’re afraid of what might be on the other side of the doors, maybe bouncing off the walls seems safer,” Susannah said.
(Source: chronologicalquotes)
Dossie Easton & Catherine A. Liszt (via -cream-and-sugar)
(via redcloud)
This is the most beautiful ad I have ever seen. I cried at the end.
Yesterday, two of my very dear friends - Jessica and Jason - got engaged. I cried when I heard the news. Two people who are obviously so in love with each other, so right for each other, so perfect together have decided to get married. It’s a beautiful thing when that happens, the union of a couple, the coming together of love, commitment and joy. It’s something to be celebrated.
That we still live in a society where only certain people are allowed to experience that step in their relationship is shameful.
Stop marriage discrimination.
(Source: advocate.com, via openareas)
Every year.
Conversation with my mother on Thanksgiving:
“What the hell is with these toolbars again?”
“I didn’t put them there!”
“Mom, toolbars like this do not come with the browser. You have to click something. You have to MAKE THEM APPEAR.”
“I SAID I DIDN’T DO IT. THEY WERE JUST THERE.”
“No. No, they were not JUST THERE. YOU. MADE. THEM. HAPPEN.”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.”
“That’s the problem. You didn’t watch what you were clicking or read what you were agreeing to.”
“It’s this computer. This computer sucks.”
“Yes, mom. It’s the computer. Not you. Not you at all. In fact, it’s not even the computer. IT IS FUCKING MAGIC.”
“Oh, whatever.”I disabled about five toolbars (though she insisted I leave the Pogo toolbar there). This isn’t even a holiday thing. If I go over there again today, there will be two more toolbars there, at least.
Todd has pretty much given up on helping my mother with her computer issues. I’m about to.
Go for it, mom. Set the world’s record for magical toolbars.
(via openareas)
Bad Lip Reading of the Day: Bad Lip Reading somehow manages to make GOP presidential candidate Rick Perry sound halfway coherent.
[thd.]
Good lord I love this so much I cried twice.
This video made me laugh so hard my lungs bled (no, SERIOUSLY)
Watch this.
I suspended Marsha off a bridge…
(Source: thedailywhat)
Eckhart Tolle (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: iliketolive, via redcloud)
