I went to this Northwest Passage museum once where they had the white explorers’ journals on one side of the exhibit and the native people’s accounts on the other side of the exhibit and the explorer journals were like “our canoe had almost sunk when we encountered some kindly Indians” and the native histories were like “we watched a bunch of strangers come down the river in the shittiest canoe you’d ever seen. Also, they had no rain gear”
the classic Finnish mix of extreme dutifulness and “we will make actual conversation after a silent interaction trial period of 6 weeks, thank you” can be really funny sometimes. told my coworker that I’d like to save the coffee grounds the workplace generated and take them home “for my mushrooms and worms” and she was just like “okei” and dutifully saved every single grounds-filled filter for weeks and weeks. about five weeks into this whole thing, after I thank her for the coffee grounds and tell her my worms must love them because they’re breeding very enthusiastically, she finally asks “so your worms… do they have a purpose or are they just… worms”. like sure I’ll save you all these coffee grounds every single time I drink coffee, 3+ times a day, but god forbid I inquire about your specific worm habits before propriety allows it. you could be eating them for breakfast for all I know but that’s your business
this post has been up for so long I’m at a new workplace now, and here’s a new one: someone finally getting a close enough look at the jar of homemade nut butter I’d been using to make snacks for days (in a reused jar, still with the pesto label on it), realising the contents were not as advertised, and saying with poorly concealed relief “ai!!! you weren’t spreading pesto on bananas!” like she’d been quietly dying inside the whole time but had grimly committed herself to never ever presuming to ask wtf was going on
congrats, this is so cursed and the best addition someone has made to this post
#i’m not gonna lie i feel like a lot of people online could do with a dose of this type of finnishness #y'know. the ‘i have no idea what you’re doing and it seems really weird but it’s not my business to pry and also you do you’ attitude
i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf
Hey as someone who isn’t disabled and has never used or needed mobility devices, I just wanted to let you all know that it is so fucking cool when people accessorise/decorate/style their mobility devices to match their outfit and style. Like this one time I saw an older lady dressed entirely in yellow and her cane was yellow and had daisies on it and I still remember that sometimes with joy! Yay yellow lady! Or the punk kid I once saw with skull stickers on their wheelchair and a studded wrap on the back of the backrest.
If you’ve got a mobility tool of some sort and you’ve wanted to do something to jazz it up somehow but felt too self-conscious about doing it because what if it doesn’t look good, I’m gonna tell you that you 100% should. It’s so neat to see people personalise their devices, like they’re telling you “this is not a foreign object, this is an extension of my body and outfit and will be styled accordingly.”
i love how inextricable the word “premeditated” is from associations with murder. like you can use it in other contexts, but you can’t help instinctively thinking of murder regardless. i love it when words have a little buddy like that.
what they don’t tell you is that after you turn 30 you have ocasional but powerful bouts of home ownership fever, which is like baby fever but instead of randomly really wanting a baby you go on zillow and look at modest properties you will nonetheless never be able to afford. and then it passes and you’re like wtf was that about. yay time for another $6 coffee to stave off the dread
Percy: You ever dip your entire oreo in milk except for the part where you’re holding it and feel like Thetis dipping newborn Achilles into the river Styx leaving him invulnerable everywhere except for his heel?
The thing about ADHD is that the “lack of reward chemicals in your brain” doesn’t just mean that you don’t want to do any tasks that don’t feel particularly yummy :(, it means that your brain will look at chores and tasks that need to be done like “doing this would be painful and tedious for absolutely nothing to gain from it, Do Not Do That.” The same thing that your brain tells you about everything else that would feel really bad and hurt the entire time that you’re dying. The part of your brain that stops you from doing the thing is the same part that keeps you from shoving your arm into a wood chipper.
With unmedicated, unmanaged ADHD, “I have to do this assignment or I fail and my life will be ruined and I die” feels like a SAW trap, every single time.
