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Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?

nice place dude. sure is a lot of chintz around

Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.

Can I say how much it bothers me to see inspirational messages like these show up in my feed? Great, I’m all for trying to encourage your friends to improve their lives and be positive about the future. However, I take particular issue with the line here, and found elsewhere, that “Happiness is a choice.” No it isn’t. Happiness, like other emotions, is not a verb. It’s a noun that describes a reaction, often fleeting, derived from extraneous circumstances.

To suggest it is as simple as a choice to be happy also suggests that I and millions of people like me are choosing the depression and anxiety that we carry. At best it holds the same weight as the empty and false platitude that “Frowning takes more muscles than smiling!” At worst it can be interpreted as victim blaming those for not trying hard enough to choose their way out of their mental health struggles.

Perhaps choose your inspirational quotes more wisely.

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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