who now have depression and/or anxiety, are probably adhd but dont know bc they were never diagnosed bc they just assumed that was part of being “gifted”, have a crippling fear of rejection and not being good enough, struggle to learn new skills bc if they arent perfect the first time then whats the point, and hide all of their self doubt with memes
When it becomes who is right or wrong you lose sight of understanding or being understood.
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.
C.S. Lewis (via infj-misc)
Elvis Presley- his interest in music started early
Angelina Jolie as a little girl with her mother
Charlie Chaplin without the iconic hat sitting with a dog
Arnold Schwarzenegger flexing for some elderly ladies.
Just a worker in a Van Nuys, California, factory in 1944 who will soon start to call herself Marilyn Monroe
Robin Williams hilariously dressed up as a cheerleader
Ernest Hemingway’s passport photo
Katherine Hepburn sitting in a bathtub after the great storm of 1938
Albert Einstein in fuzzy slippers. He’s awesome
Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris
Behind the scenes of a photo shoot with Marilyn Monroe working out in a terry cloth bikini
Brigitte Bardot and Pablo Picasso
Charlie Chaplin without make up
A 19 year old Cher
Frank Sinatra getting Lou Gerhig’s autograph
Al Pacino and Diane Keaton on the set of The Godfather
When moving away from something, anything is an upgrade, which makes it hard to tell what you actually want.
In 7 days, Marvel will prove to me whether or not they are fucking stupid enough to kill off Tony Stark when his character arc has been building towards retirement and fatherhood.
Just let him be, for fucks sake. Pepper doesn’t need a dead fiance. Rhodey and Happy don’t need a dead friend. Peter doesn’t need to lose a father-figure for the 3rd time in a row.
a junior who was taking the psat today ditched the idea of pulling the fire alrm to get out of testing and instead hacked into the school’s alarm system to set it off exactly when the English section was scheduled to start
THIS KID WAS SLICK ENOUGH TO HACK INTO AN ALARM SYSTEM BECAUSE HE WASN’T PREPARED FOR THE PSAT
and there you have it
that’s the summary of the American education system
outlook on being gifted when you’re 6: cool so i’m smart i guess! that explains why i get the highest grades in the class and finish all my homework early!
outlook on being gifted when you’re 16: i decided taking 5 AP classes would be a good idea for some reason and i’ve had a high grade fever for the past 2 days but if i miss school i’ll be drowning in make-up work and i was supposed to have finished reading that book for class last week and i have 3 assignments due tomorrow but i’m just laying in bed staring at the wall
I have what I would call hyperempathy.
This means, I will empathise with anything and everything and I can’t control it.
In order to understand how someone or something might feel in any given situation, my brain will simulate the situation in myself and create emotions that would most logically stem from that experience.
For example, I empathise most strongly with the feelings of those who are just about to die, kill themselves, or be killed. Death is a funny thing to empathise with. It’s hard for me to understand, in a way, so I suppose that is why I empathise most strongly with it.
So, if I read about someone being violently murdered or a group of people being massacred, I feel what they might have felt. Fear, anger, panic, pain. I can feel it. Sometimes I feel it so strongly, I start to panic or my anxiety will latch onto it and kick me into depression or other low moods.
Sometimes, I’ll feel ill if I empathise too strongly for too long.
Remember how some people will throw up after witnessing something traumatic? I’ll feel like that. I won’t throw up, because my body hasn’t been pushed to that edge, but I’ll feel subtle effects.
This makes it very hard for me to read books or history with great detail on killing. I can’t turn it off.
Another thing I empathise with strongly is the emotions of others, including my family and close friends. Their emotions influence mine very strongly and if they mention feeling anxious or hurt, I’ll feel that as well.
Sometimes, when it’s bad enough, I’ll be able to hold myself together long enough to help calm them down, but then I’ll need someone to help calm me down as well.
Empathy is a strange thing for me. It controls a lot of what I feel and even though I’d like it to stop in some situations, it continues to affect me. I’m not trying to be rude and I’m certainly not attempting to fake my understanding of something that has happened to someone else. I just love and feel so strongly for others, wanting them to be happy or feel alright that when they don’t, I need to understand why and the only way I can is by replicating what I imagine their emotions to be in myself.