TUMBLR and obsessions in general
Let me start this off by apologizing to my whopping 4 followers that I do not post content in any sort of regular fashion. Yay! Honestly I discover a website and then after using it obsessively for about 2 weeks, abandon it on the side of the digital highway with barely a glance in the rear view mirror. Naturally this got me thinking about my odd habit of temporal obsession and what it is that separates me from the fifty-eight year old men who have been collecting US mint quarters for forty years.
On one hand I tend to obsess at an alarming intensity.
On the other side of the debate, I go through said obsessions like Taco Bell goes through toilet paper.
Oh dear, sorry for that image…
I could say I’m a flake and leave it there. I could blame it on my upbringing like a spoiled brat. I could use my new found college skillz and write a real essay…hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. No.
I could say my attention span is a product of socialization and the current generation’s exposure to the media… most of you would probably believe that one.
I COULD explain but instead I think I’ll just list all the collections I’ve had over the years!
collections - Few of these lasted more than a year but I have the remnants of ALL of them. In order to be included I had to have active sought these items out with the intent of a collection. Also I still have to have three or more items from the collection.
- golden dollars
- Sacajawea coins
- pennies from my birth year
- foreign money (I liked money)
- ceramic dolls
- stamp (the ink kind not the postal kind)
- shells (I have so many shells it’s disgusting)
- rocks (and rocks, too many rocks. I painted some of them with eyeshadow.)
- old books
- "cool" pens
- "cool" pencils
- picture frames
- ants (don’t ask)
- bug carcasses (it was a phase)
- petrified wood (a little spin on collecting rocks)
- stickers (THAT didn’t last long)
- mason jars
- weapons (parents weren’t very happy when I started making a bow and arrow that shot around corners and spears to throw at my sisters)
- spoons (I love spoons)
- bookmarks (I stopped because I kept losing them)
- beanie babies (who didn’t collect those)
- star burst wrappers (it then expanded to tootsie roll wrappers the following month)
- sticks (chopsticks, drumsticks, neat sticks I found on the ground…)
- toy snakes
- perfume bottles
- nail polish (I didn’t want to use them I just wanted to HAVE them)
- coca-cola bottles
- sand (I still have bottle of colored sand just hanging out in my old room)
- shark teeth
- valentines day cards (I’ve got some sweet Thor ones still!)
- rope (yeah I don’t know why, but I thought it would be fun)
- toy insects
- dried flowers
- legos (like the individual bricks)
- Walmart gift cards (yes, you read that right, and honestly it was probably the largest and longest lasting of my attempted collections)
- and a ton I can’t remember!!!!
Yeah… I think it’s time for a spring cleaning…
This stereotype is one of the most infuriating things in my life. I am not unintelligent because I like to spend time with other people. I am not weak because I like to talk about my feelings.
And I sure do NOT judge others 80% by appearance. Whoever cam up with that idea is full of it.
THANK YOU!!! I’m tired of no one on the internet being willing to understand that introverts are not the only ones who find themselves on the receiving end of ridicule, insults, and stereotypes due to the way they naturally recharge. I assumed I was an introvert for most of my childhood because I loved to read and I was bullied, and then wondered why the introvert based education system was driving me batty.
I get that our culture does not cater to extreme introverts, but if you think that means extreme extraverts have all their needs accounted for, you have another thing coming.
For example I have anxiety problems and a while ago I had the worst anxiety episode of my life. I physically cannot calm down, at all, without cuddling. I NEED the contact. I’m not talking just “hey, dude, can I lean on your shoulder?” I talking wrapped around legs liked a crying child.
I would kill in those moments, to be an introvert and be able to calm down without having to rely on others, but that isn’t something you can switch on and off. It’s humiliating to have everyone witness me at my lowest moments, to have people scoff at me for not having the “decency” to cry somewhere else, to be glared at for “making a scene”, to have the people I’m clinging to leave for class and being so distraught that it make me feel physically ill. I know that this is an extreme, but then so are most of the introverts that have problems. Only 1/3 of the US may be introverted, but I would argue that only 1/3 fall into the extroverted category, with the remaining third of any given population falling somewhere in the middle.
List of reasons for admittance to an insane asylum.
A lot of these are code for “inconvenient femaleness” (and/or anything other than quiet stifled heterosexuality, for that matter).
this is why it’s so important to recognize the scientific establishment as operating within a Foucauldian discourse—science is never neutral or non-biased, it can easily be appropriated to serve a variety of ideologies.
"Rumour" of husband murder, wow.
"Excessive" sexual abuse.
Then there’s ‘marriage of son’ and ‘shooting of daughter’.
Basically every single one of these is stunning, fascinating and scary look at mental health history.
Are we going to ignore “imaginary female trouble”
Are we going to ignore novel reading and mental excitement? Novel Reading and Mental Excitement. They would be institutionalizing 99% of Tumblr.
So I’m reading a Doctor Who book, Only Human. And Jack is in it. They were in a situation and needed a distraction so:
and I was just like “Oh you”
of course. buT THEN THIS
THEN HE GRABBED WHAT
OH MY GAWSH. FIND THE FRIGGIN’ SENTENCE!!!!! I need to know how it ends!
UPDATE: Wow, so this happened today SNK fandom.
Don’t believe me…? Well…….
In conclusion, I am happy to say fandom that I, Eren Jaeger am being endorsed by Dove. //shot
The long awaited UPDATE! Eren received a package in the mail today. I wonder who it is from…
Thanks so much for being a Dove fan! We wanted to send you a few items to help feel great! Hope to chat again with you soon!
The Dove Team
Guys, let me tell you about orcas.
Orca whales are mean motherfuckers. They cruise the oceans with only two things in mind: one, having sex, and two, eating every poor fuck they find out there that’s smaller than them. They are such badass motherfuckers that even great white motherfucking sharks don’t dare fuck with them, which in my books, places them above the sperm whale as Biggest Badass of the Ocean. And why don’t sharks bother them, you may wonder? Because orcas fucking learned that if you flip a shark over they go into a sort of coma, so now they do it intentionally so they can eat the motherfucking sharks. Not only that, but orcas have also learned how to hunt sperm whales and motherfucking sea birds.
The orca whale lives in a matriarchal pod. Every pod has unique hunting methods and whatnot, which is passed down from parent to offspring- these scary fuckers have formed civilizations. And what do they do for fun, apart from hopping around on the water’s surface and grinning like crazy mofos? They hunt for fun, going so far as to tip over ice floes and beach themselves just for the thrill of killing.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Orca whales are too damn cute and smiley looking to be heartless predators of the sea. Well, let me counter-argue with this photo:
THOSE ARE NOT THE TEETH OF A CREATURE THAT WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND.
Reblogging for excellent commentary.
Why has nobody mentioned what’s happening in the original gif?
This is how orcas hunt - or, it’s one of the ways they do. They have a ton of tricks and techniques they use to fuck up everything below them on the food chain, and that gif portrays my personal favorite.
Orcas will literally BEACH THEMSELVES to grab unsuspecting seals (or whatever else happens to be splashing around in the surf) and snarf them down like hot dogs. Yeah, that’s right. This is a 6-ton apex predator, crashing right out of the fucking water to snatch their prey right off the beach. Any other animal that size would get stuck there and die, but do you see that fucker? He fucking wriggles right back into the surf. An orca can get all the way up onto dry land and still manage to wiggle their way back into the water to fuck up more shit on another day. There is literally no other sea-dwelling creature of comparative size with that ability - most sea animals lack the muscular strength to move without enough water supporting their weight.
Orcas have also been known to eat moose. Yeah, that’s right. Fucking MOOSE.
You don’t fuck with orcas.
Orcas: the more you know…