#anecdotes

[leidensygdom]

i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-

#poetry in the mundane #anecdote #anecdotes #objectum #<- i think that community will appreciate this

[portraitoftheoddity]

I see the oranges post about my parents is making the rounds again, so I figured I'd post an update about my parents and food.

So my folks are both in their sixties now (oranges story happened in the 1980s), and my dad is semi-retired and works part time from home. He has also become a huge foodie over the course of my parents' marriage, and is really into cooking. He now cooks every meal in that house, three times a day (if he's home and not traveling for work or out doing crazy outdoors shit or volunteering), and genuinely deeply enjoys it and loves cooking for my mom.

My mother is having a lot of anxieties about aging right now -- mainly because her father (my gramps) developed severe dementia prior to his death, and where my mom was his caretaker through much of his decline, she's terrified of going through the same thing. Any time she has a very normal lapse in memory, she panics that she's losing her mind.

So my dad started doing research. He listened to a podcast with an endocrinologist who talked about diet and brain health and work he'd done into how certain nutritional regimens can slow the progression of dementia, and he ended up reading a book on the topic and doing a lot of his own research into the science of nutrition with regards to neuroscience (he's pretty good at vetting real scientific sources and not just buying into boomer-facebook-pseudoscience).

And then he put them BOTH on a new, brain-healthy diet specifically optimized to cut out foods that have demonstrated a negative impact on cognitive function in studies, and including those that have been associated with benefits to brain health.

Now remember, my dad is a huge foodie. And he has 100% now committed to cutting out a number of his favorite foods because there was never a question in his mind that he wouldn't be doing this right beside my mom, as he cooks all their meals and they share those meals together. All to help my mom's brain and soothe her fears about her own mind and the future by working on any factor within their control.

I visited them last weekend and Dad's cooking is, as always, delicious. But even though they've cut out a lot of sugar, there's an innate sweetness in knowing just how much every meal he cooks is an act of love.

#the citrus poltergeist saga #anecdotes #dementia cw #alzheimers cw #food cw

[amysubmits]

We both take meds at 10pm when an alarm goes off on my phone. It went off and I silenced it and was finishing up something on my phone. CD came into the bedroom (we keep our meds on our side table) to take his meds. "Take your meds." He said, just as I was finishing what I was doing. I considered half-jokingly saying something about how I was just about to, anyway. I didn't, I just got up to find my meds. "Good girl." He said seriously.

I laughed. Because I'm awkward like that, I guess. I don't know why. "I mean it. I could tell you almost sassed me, but decided not to. Good girl."

I groaned and laughed again. This time it was clear to me why. I was tickled and horny in response to how well he reads me and how so few words from him can have such a big impact on me.

#anecdotes #d/s

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

So many people Pearl clutch about folks owning birds that have been companion animals for millennia (parrots, peafowl, pigeons) meanwhile my advisor casually drops “oh yeah I knew someone who had a penguin/seriema/quetzal” in conversation at the drop of a hat

The world of actually exotic bird ownership is fascinating and I am so infinitely curious how someone managed to take care of a penguin. Did they have more than one? Did their house always smell like fish? Was their pool just the penguin pool?

#pets #exotic pets #birds #dinosaurs #penguins #anecdotes

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Isn't it funny how creatures are able to do pretty cool things, but their entire physiology has to be focused on that one thing.

Fish can breathe under water, but they need gills, and special environments and shit.

Cows can break down fiber into a form they can use. But they need 3 stomachs, and to be constantly chewing cud to make it work.

Birds can fly, but they need hollow bones, and great hearts, and usually a fuck ton of food to sustain it.

In a way it's like magic: pretty fucking cool, but so inaccessible, and has so many drawbacks, it's not even that cool anymore.

#196 #anecdotes #wizardposting #magic #magic mention #animals

[k-wame]

#im never recovering from this #straight ppl are not okay #anecdotes #story time #help i sexted my boss #jordan north #william hanson #podcast

[lucidpast]

The Boring Ghost (1962)

#halloween #ghost #haunted #haunting #anecdotes #childhood stories #ghost stories #book cover

[cobaltsoulsearcher]

Me: *declares I want to do something risky*

Teammate: you’re reminding me of a hadestown quote. You know which one.

Me: actually, I don’t

Teammate: are you brave or stupid son?

Me: *does the thing* doesn’t matter which one!

Teammate: not what I meant!!

#anecdotes #hadestown #chant II

[grandmaster-anne]

The Queen was delighted when Zara and Mike Tindall named their middle child Lena Elizabeth. She was, however, confused when told the name is pronounced ‘Lay-na’. 

‘It is short for Elena,’ explained Zara. 

‘What’s wrong with Elena?’ asked the Queen, ‘Elena’s a lovely name.’ 

‘Her initials would then have been E.T.,’ said Zara. 

‘I’m afraid you’ve lost me there,’ said the Queen.

— Elizabeth: An Intimate Portrait by Gyles Brandreth

#awwwwww #my heart 🥺🥺🥺 #granny liz #gan gan liz #queen elizabeth ii #zara tindall #lena tindall #anecdotes

[youmightbeautistic]

‘Fancy Believing in the Goblin King’

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.

When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.

Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.

It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.

‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.

‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.

He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.

He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.

It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?

I asked him what happened on his adventure.

‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.

‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.

‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?

‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’

‘And so I did.

‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.

‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.

‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.

‘’Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.

‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.

‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.

‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’

I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.

What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?

‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’

My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.

‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’

But I do. I really believe in it.

And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

— Paul Magrs

#autism #actually autistic #paul magrs #david bowie #labyrinth #masking #anecdotes #inspiration #social skills #this is a repost of a post that went viral here in 2017 #the previous post breaks when you reblog it - the line breaks go away #you can find the original at https://www.tumblr.com/yourfluffiestnightmare/166019008108/ but like i said it's broken #op

[cleverclove]

Every time I remember this incident, I get emotional damage

#anecdotes

[kykyonthemoon]

About the scars on his arms

Zayne's Anecdote - Spoilers

As far as I know, there hasn't been any confirmation about his scars yet.

In this anecdote (which you might unlock at about level 40 companionship with him - if I remember correctly), we will get to see his story on Mt. Eternal, and with a friend he holds dear, William. It's a very touching story that made my cry like a baby at the end, so I suggest that you read it before this post.

As said, this post includes spoilers from his anecdotes, myths and more. Nothing is confirmed yet, so treat this as a headcanon/ fan theory.

As for the scars, there are many theories about them. Here are the three that I find logically interesting.

Being a Foreseer and claiming the power of a god, he might never leave his tower. Even the thought of leaving it would cause pain and wounds. His scars might come from that. But we are yet to know if the story in his Myths is actually his and MC's past life, or it's just in a different universe. So I don't find much sense about the scars being on Zayne's arms in the current timeline are from the Foreseer.

He cannot control his Evol. We all know that Zayne loses control sometimes and his Evol might cause serious injures. It also points out that in the past (when he was 12), he lost control once and almost killed someone he cherished (not MC and it’s confirmed to be someone else in his other anecdote). He might hurt himself too while using the power.

The battles on Mt. Eternal caused him so much wounds. As seen in the anecdote, his arm's injured and he was taking care of it. William also pointed out how important an arm is for a doctor. So it makes sense that he might have got at least a scar from this?

Or, all his scars are from all these things: the power that kept him inside the tower, the battles against Wanderers, and him being unable to control his Evol. He has many scars after all. Our beloved doctor has gone through so much more than we could imagine.

#zayne #my lad theories #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #rei #li shen #love and deepspace li shen #fan theory #anecdotes #zayne's anecdotes #love and deepspace anecdotes

[portraitoftheoddity]

My mother's family is an old, rural northern New England farm family, and when my maternal grandparents were first married, they moved in together in my grandfather's family's farmhouse that was over 200 years old and one big hodegpodge of centuries-old building code violations held together with twine, duct tape and prayers. And with this farmhouse came a farm with some assorted animals.

Including a decent-sized paddock of sheep.

Now, every winter, they lost some sheep. Some to sickness, some to cold, some to coyotes and other predators. But in the winter up here, the ground freezes solid for months, so there wasn't much they could do to bury the carcasses. Instead, Gramps would carry them out to the far corner of the field and stack them up in a pile against the fence to freeze solid, until the thaw came in spring and something could be done.

Over the course of the winter, snow would fall, and the grisly dead-sheep-pile would be covered in a nice concealing blanket of white.

For a while.

There's a moment, that my grandmother would retell from this early era of their marriage, that has been crystallized in my family with repeated retellings: One balmy March morning, Gramps stood in the kitchen, looking out through the window over the sink while sipping his black pour-over coffee (brewed strong enough to kill God). My Gramps was a man of few words, but when he did talk, it was low, slow, and to the point. Looking out over the field and its diminishing snow pile, he calmly observed to my Gram:

"Spring's a-comin'. Snow's melting off the sheep."

...And to this day in my family, some sixty-odd-years later, we still joke that the snow is melting off of the proverbial dead sheep when the first spring thaw hits and the crocuses start to peak up with the first signs up spring.

#lena's art thing #cw animal death #lena's personal crap #anecdotes #I need you all to read those words in the most unfathomably thick new england accent

[amysubmits]

During cock worship...

CD: "I'm not going to let you orgasm today."

Me: "Okay."

CD: "I like knowing that all the pleasure you're experiencing is for me."

#anecdotes #d/s

[elizatungusnakur]

Feckin hell. Boy do I have a story today.

Ahem.

So I’ve been on the lookout for updating my altar spaces, especially the one to Loki and fam for a wee while now. A new place I really enjoy visiting. Today was also my big clear out day for the bedroom in order to prep this new space for it…

Last night I was doing some divination with our one and only, and I say out loud:

“Loki, I’d really just like a new piece of furniture or something to place next to my dresser. That way I can expand your altar space and walk by it properly every day rather than just having it near the window."

Well.

In the middle of my big bedroom / altar clean this afternoon, our landlady knocks on the front door. She’s clearing out some old furniture in her own house and goes:

“Here, I think you guys might like this thing.”

IT FITS FECKING PERFECTLY, RIGHT UP TO THE EXISTING PICTURE FRAME, AND IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED AND NEEDED FOR A NEW ALTAR.

A certain SOMEONE is currently laughing their very pleased arse off. He got a smash of Brennivin poured into his goblet right after the final candles were lit. I am so so gratetful and beyond thrilled. I can't wait to see how this wee space grows with time and love.

#anecdotes #real life #is this the real life #loki deity #lokean

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Is this as far as it goes?

#boop #boop o meter #questions #anecdotes #is there more after max? #196