The other day I told a friend of mine that I never forget to take my ADHD meds because I fucking love my ADHD meds. I’m in my late 30s, I didn’t finally get a diagnosis and meds until less than two years ago, and they have changed my entire life.
And he raised his eyebrow at me. We’d been discussing addictive medications a few minutes before, like the Tramadol I finally got from the pain specialist to take once a week or so to give me a break from my chronic pain, so I reassured him that methylpenidate (Ritalin/Concerta) is not addictive (at least not in people with ADHD).
His response? To raise his eyebrow even harder and say “Well it sure SOUNDS like it’s addictive!”
And I had to explain to this man - who works in a healthcare related job by the way - that just because medication makes you feel good and helps you, just because you look forward to taking it, that doesn’t make it addictive or dangerous. And he wasn’t convinced.
The simple fact that I was excited to take a daily pill that has literally changed my life, after decades of fighting to get that medication, made him think I shouldn’t be taking it so often. That it must inherently be dangerous.
I’m not even in America, but I’m pretty sure this attitude began there and then spread over here to Europe. This Puritan idea of “if something feels good, you must beware of it. Pleasure is dangerous, it is sinful, it is addiction, it is evil.”
I know too many people who subconsciously believe that pleasure = addictive = dangerous = bad. Joy is a slippery slope to hell.
So here is your reminder for today that you don’t need to be afraid of feeling good. If something improves your life, use it. Even if it is addictive - learn what that addiction means, whether the addiction is inherently dangerous or not, and whether the benefits outweigh the drawbacks and risks.
My ADHD meds are, in fact, not addictive. But I will take them every day because they make my life orders of magnitude easier. I will enjoy them every time I take them.
My tramadol is addictive. I will still take it. I will keep it on a schedule to avoid becoming addicted, primarily because addiction in this case would mean reduced effectiveness. But I am not afraid of my painkillers. They are life changing.
Take your meds, everyone. Don’t let anyone scare you away from doing something that improves your life.
There is something so sinister about the idea that a medication made to improve your life cannot be trusted if it improves your life so much that you like taking it. Bleh.
It puts this weird moral obligation on suffering. Like if you’re actually comfortable with yourself and your treatment you’re somehow failing. That you need to be ashamed somehow that the medication helps you and need to be looking for alternatives.
But you don’t. You found a solution that worked great and then you moved on to something else.
encouraging suffering under an economic system that abuses the poor and creates a massive wealth gap 🤔🤔🤔
“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. … A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. … But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.”
Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
One of the downsides of using a clock radio alarm to wake up in the morning is the nonzero possibility of waking up to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.
Ask me how my morning was.
How was your morning?
I wasn’t a fan of the song I woke up to.
The fact that one of my posts broke double digits in six hours is a statistical wonder. I’ve played dodgeball with Apollo and walked away unscathed. Not even haiku bot was able to elevate me to a tenth of your guess.
I am the true Lord of the Flop, no matter what those idiots at work say.
I’ve been here for over a year, and only now struck this milestone. You think you can put me in the thousands?
remember when you used to be able to play snake with the… hold on what’s it called
hmm. don’t think i’ll be calling it that. anyways i was gonna say remember when you could play snake with the buffering circle on youtube but. now i have other concerns
remember when you used to be able to play snake with the… hold on what’s it called
hmm. don’t think i’ll be calling it that. anyways i was gonna say remember when you could play snake with the buffering circle on youtube but. now i have other concerns
anxiety is so insane bc ppl will treat it like it’s no big deal, like it’s “one of the "easy” mental illnesses" or something, and then you have it and it’s insanely debilitating and you lose most of your life and your time and energy to it. yesterday i spent 2 hours sitting in my bed trying to convince myself to go to a water fountain to get some water. one time i got so scared to take a bus i passed out. like sure it’s a spectrum and i’m definitely at the more severe end of it but the fact that milder cases exist doesn’t mean it’s not still a problem? and it doesn’t mean that those people aren’t struggling too
stop making “callout songs” for your petty friend drama for tiktok fame. stop posting your child’s trauma for engagement. stop taping strangers for likes. stop putting stories of other people’s betrayals and pain that you overheard in public on tiktok as “storytime” and throwing as many identifying details in as you can to make it the world’s business. stop making the world into the truman show. fucking hell!
Both KOSA and the Earn It Act bill are dangerous for the future of the Internet.
In a nutshell, KOSA would allow states to sue any websites that host content deemed “harmful” to minors. With such a vague wording, its expected that any NSFW stuff, educational ressources or LGBT content, will immediately be taken down if govts dont approve of it.
Plus, it will be made mandatory to use IDs to confirm your age when going online, to so called “protect kids” but all that will cause is a huge potential data breach and endanger more kids.
As for the Earn It Act bill, it would allow the governement to spy and filter out anything they dont like in private dms for any users,as well as blowing a hole into Section 230 : The thing that prevent websites from being directly liable in case a user post something illegal,instead of the user being punished directly.
The comics I made about KOSA and Earn It Act are old but sadly still relevant. All the info you need are in this post.
•When contacting your reps, you may also add that they should support better bills that will make kids (and anyone) safer by focusing on data privacy legislations instead of KOSA
•Never forget to make tweets, posts, tiktoks, or use any social media you can think of to talk about this : Spreading the word will be crucial.
As always, if you wish to help us fight against bad inetrnet bills,and have the latest infos about KOSA, consider joining our Discord server (if not, please just share it around)
every holocaust memorial day, i always ask people to keep romani people in their thoughts, but this year i’d like to clear up some misconceptions that i see every year w/ a psa
romani people are not white. we’re south asian (from northern india), and each subgroup has a unique racial makeup of asian/white/etc, in different amounts. this is also why we vary wildly in physical appearance/skintone
we still face oppression.what we face, especially in europe, can still be constituted as attempted genocide, as we’re forced to live in hazardous conditions or to give away our children, be sterilized, etc just for the crime of being roma
the ‘g slur’ isn’t just an american issue. the reason some european roma prefer the slur is because, in many countries, there is no term for roma that isn’t a slur, and it’s either the g slur or the literal translation of the n word. i’m romanian, and if you used the slur in my hometown, you’d get slapped, since we just use ‘roma’.
we live in every continent across the world. some of the largest romani populations exist in south america, predominantly in brazil. they are no more and no less roma than their european counterparts, and they, like romani in asia, africa, etc all face unique challenges and oppression.
we’re the largest ethnic minority in europe, and yet have almost no political power, no land ownership power (in some places, we’re forbidden from owning land entirely), etc. with very few reputable charities- a lot of us reject charity by principle, as well as there being a general lack of education about us- the best thing you can do to help romani people is to just spread information, and help individuals when you can.
Fallout 1: Get evicted, motherfucker Fallout 2: Get banished, motherfucker Fallout 3: Get born, motherfucker Fallout 4: Get frozen, motherfucker Fallout New Vegas: Get shot, motherfucker
Fallout 76: Get glitched into a skinless abomination with floating hair and fall through the terrain, motherfucker
you aren’t a bad person for having “bad” teeth. you’re not less worthy of love or respect because your teeth are cracked/broken/crooked/discolored. ppl with “bad” teeth deserve better
the in-universe true crime surrounding what happened at freddy’s must be INSANE. like think about how big true crime is now.
imagine living in the fnaf universe and you find out about the case. and literally, still to this day, no one knows what actually happened.
Sure, a lot of fingers point to Henry. but his daughter died too. so either henry killed his own daughter, and the other kids. or william killed henry’s daughter, the other kids; and quite possibly his own kids. either way it’s insane. they both drop off the face of the earth around the same time, so neither of them could’ve been charged or investigated
and what do people think their motive was?
for william it’s probably a lot of needing power, wanting fame, actual psychological mental issues (just wait until people dig enough to find out about his childhood)
and what was henry’s motive? he just snapped one day?
a lot of people either assume there was in affair going on (henry was sleeping with william’s wife) so william got his revenge but killing the thing henrh cherished the most
other theories suggest that they might’ve loved each other, couldn’t act on it, (it was utah in the 80s. come on guys) and things went horribly wrong after one of them confessed their feelings
another theory is business disagreements. common.
but lastly, some people think it was neither henry or william, and it was a different, third party who commuted the murders. or! it was all of them working together
not one person is left though. not one person to tell the story and admit what truly happened.
“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. … A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. … But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.”
“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. … A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. … But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.”
this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone’s interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row