dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says “Aaaaand scene!!!” and he claps his hands slowly. and he says “Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let’s pause right here.” and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.
I almost posted this without the professor-fucking part but I decided that it is in fact crucial to combating OCD. sometimes you have to fight fire with fire i.e. spiraling thoughts with strong negative emotions get countered with strongly emotive surprise, cringe, and humor
sometimes the OCD brain can’t just be stopped from fantasizing completely, but you can redirect that anxious mental energy toward crafting a fictional setup and story that doesn’t involve you or your fears at all
another thing I do is interrupt intrusive thoughts with a very conscious and deliberate “and then an elephant walks in.” and I’d make myself commit to the bit. it would force me to reframe everything and specifically understand it in an absurdist context, make me confront how ridiculous the initial thoughts even were, and there is honestly no way to keep being serious and distraught about your what-if scenarios when you’ve introduced a fucking elephant into the mix. film studies professor is also that elephant.
so it goes from scary thoughts about my life -> step back. this is a weird fictional film now. -> characters are analyzing the film -> those characters are super messy and have their own problems, and I’m watching them now and eating popcorn at this soap opera
I need you to understand that now I am seeing this whole scenario but the professor is an elephant. Exactly as described, an elephant wearing a cardigan and no I do not understand how it is managing the clapping noise with legs that bend the way an elephant’s do. And yes the students all still want to sleep with him
turns out I’ll always carry my 15 year old self. silly me
this isn’t about hating her this is about recognizing there will always be a small part of me a little hurt and a little scared and it’s my job to care for that part in the way she needed at the time
Wanted to draw some hc designs for some sonic chars I write for in my RP server! Maybe I’ll make more in the future? Who knows but this was super fun to do.
sonic rambling. sonic fixated on something. sonic talking so fast he trips over his words. sonic stammering. sonic forgetting what he was saying midsentence. sonic being easily distracted. sonic struggling to focus on anything but what he knows best. shadow being patient. shadow casually redirecting sonic. shadow quietly listening. shadow gently reminding him about what the topic is. shadow and sonic being neurodivergent. yeah
in the sonic universe there is a subreddit called r/sonicspotting and it’s just people posting single frames of a blurry flash of blue taken from footage from their doorbell & security cameras. he’s like a cryptid except you can ask him for autographs and he’ll oblige
when people are like “he’s not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas station” i’m like….. well you see there’s beauty everywhere actually
Episcopal Bishop, Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde, publicly called out Trump to his face today at a service at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. This was some next level Jesus-style calling out the powerful that you rarely see exampled anymore.
“Let me make one final plea, Mr. President. Millions have put their trust in you, and as you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are gay, lesbian, and transgender children in Democratic, Republican, and independent families, some who fear for their lives. The people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings, who labor in poultry farms and meatpacking plants, who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants and work the night shifts in hospitals, they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurdwara, and temples.
I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear their parents will be taken away, and that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger, for we were all once strangers in this land. May God grant us the strength and courage to honor the dignity of every human being, to speak the truth to one another in love, and walk humbly with each other and our God, for the good of all people, the good of all people in this nation and the world. Amen.”
