I went to see Everything, Everywhere, All At Once recently, and I genuinely think it’s my new favorite movie. It’s a fun, sci-fi adventure where the main character discovers she has the power to access the memories and skills of different versions of herself from other dimensions. But it’s also a story of family, love, and generational trauma, of depression and nihilism, but also of empathy, kindness, and the fullness of life. It was astoundingly beautiful, hilarious, and exciting.
10/10 highly recommend.
[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame
Brennan: Make a religion check for me
Ally:
Sources: Fantasy High Sophomore year, ep 17 and ep 20
Same Energy
Sources: Fantasy High S1E16 & The Unsleeping City S1E17
endless consumption leaves no room for thought or solitude or reflection or doing anything meaningful, no wonder I feel like a fucking waste of space. But even though I see this connection, I can't find it in myself to stop.
(see also: behavioral addiction)
(also see also: reread dopamine nation 👀. also probably digital minimalism and relentless elimination of hurry)
Same Energy
Sources: Fantasy High S1E16 & The Unsleeping City S1E17
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL
“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”
It’s all ephemeral and transitory and I feel unmoored and adrift with an overwhelming desire to be anchored and secure.
I feel like I’m swirling in this world of ideas and experiences, and I want to reach out and grasp them and capture the abstract with language. The expand and contract - get all of the thoughts and ideas into one place, and then break it down, organize it, understand it; and condense it back down to something cohesive.
But there are two many things there are too many things and ideas and people and complex interactions and relationships and how do you even begin to know where to start, how to start?
I feel like I’m being crushed
Handmaid’s Tale
like the giver but about sex
trying to “protect” women but just 100% turns them into objects
removes the beauty and partnership from marriage leaving it cold and dead
poignant look at trauma and how past weaves into the present and the present is numb
“it didn’t happen that way either. I’m not sure how it happened. Not exactly.”
creates so much shame
juxtaposition of night with commander vs night with Nick. Nick even gets a name
The Testaments
“One person alone is not a full person: we exist in relation to others.”
"an interrogation of faith and institutional religion, how it affects how we view ourselves and others and the world around us, even in ways that we might not realize, and how hard it is to deconstruct beliefs that we have incorporated into who we are, both harmful ones, and harmless ones, and what that can feel like for someone."
- HelloFutureMe Book Review
Genuinely useful and insightful. I think I've internalized a lot of these tips already as I've been actively working on getting better at small talk, but seeing it spelled out like this is hugely helpful.
One of the stranger things about training brand new nurses is explaining how to min max small talk. It feels very weird to coach people on how to chat.
I urge you to immerse yourself fully in the life that you've been given. To stop running from whatever you're trying to escape, and instead to stop, and turn, and face whatever it is. Then I dare you to walk toward it. In this way, the world may reveal itself to you as something magical and awe-inspiring that does not require escape. Instead, the world may become something worth paying attention to.
Dopamine Nation: Finding Balance in the Age of Indulgence by Anna Lembke, MD
My head feels heavy and my body’s full of lead slowly poisoning itself and going mad I feel like I could sink my fingers into my skull, and rip out a piece, like a chunk of cake pull myself apart the pieces don’t quite fit as they are like a jigsaw forced into place where it doesn’t belong