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pratchettquotes · 5 months
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That evening the men were practicing archery on the green. Bill Door had carefully ensured a local reputation as the worst bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
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turns-out-its-adhd · 4 months
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"What? Me? I'm totally comfortable and fine. Honest"
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happy-xy · 29 days
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D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai FITTING IN (2023) Directed by Molly McGlynn
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family-trauma · 19 days
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gqandw · 4 months
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zmaddiez · 2 months
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nobeerreviews · 10 months
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I never really found a way to fit in or stand out and I lost myself in the crowd and people’s expectations.
-- Charlotte Eriksson
(Cluj, Romania)
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thepeacefulgarden · 1 year
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pabuthefirecat · 1 year
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“Why, then, the world's mine oyster box, Which I with sword fluff will open fit”
~ The Merry Cat of the Internet
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serenityquest · 14 days
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hurricanesfollowyou · 14 days
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being a millennial is h a r d
for me anyway. between trauma and undiagnosed adhd I have been a very stuck person who doesn’t want to care what other people think, but in fact chronically worries about the opinions of others.
and now I’m such an “adult” for all intents and purposes and there is this idea of growing up. do we need to follow what we see “grown ups” doing? wearing sensible clothes, having sensible hair, listening to middle of the road radio music, and not being especially passionate about anything? i know tonnes of millennials who are not going in that direction but they’re all creatives or “misfits”, and I just want to blend in without assimilating. can I live large in a small life and be accepted, since I can’t get comfortable with not being accepted?
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pratchettquotes · 9 months
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Carrot ran a few steps after the figure, and then stopped and came back.
"Why do you hate them so much?" he said.
"You wouldn't understand. I really think you wouldn't understand," said Angua. "It's an...undead thing. They...sort of throw in your face that you're not human."
"But you are human!"
"Three weeks out of four. Can't you understand that, when you have to be careful all the time, it's dreadful to see things like that being accepted? They're not even alive. But they can walk around and they never get people passing remarks about silver or garlic...up until now, anyway. They're just machines for doing work!"
"That's how they're treated, certainly," said Carrot.
"You're being reasonable again!" snapped Angua. "You're deliberately seeing everyone's point of view! Can't you try to be unfair even once?"
Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
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Why fit in when you were born to stand out?
- Dr. Seuss
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happy-xy · 4 months
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D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai FITTING IN (2024) Directed by Molly McGlynn
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quotestomorals · 3 months
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Because you can't argue with all the fools in the world. It's easier to let them have their way, then trick them when they're not paying attention.
Brom (Christopher Paolini), Eragon
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ilovejoyjessie · 7 months
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Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || IV.
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I started to accept the possibility that I didn't quite fit any group mold here as a transplant because those molds weren't large enough to accommodate all of me. I've always been difficult to be exactly boxed, easily sorted or slid between figures around me. In my art, in my beliefs and my day to day life...I have complex turns and curves to me and make shapes of many kinds. I am part some things and other parts another, a custom make. Aren't we all? Even so, my not-easily-sorted ways had never seemed to be a barrier to fully connecting with others - until I moved here.
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In the spaces I'd found myself in, in other cities I'd lived, you and who you were mattered more than the group identity you shared with others. You had common connections and origin stories, but at some point your views and experiences splintered off - but rarely did that change the dynamic of your group or the volume of your voice within it. It wasn't assumed you'd be exactly like the people in whatever group you found yourself in.
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I was used to the acceptance of newcomers and nuance to a group: Clashing shapes on a canvas, the rowdy, passionate dissonance that came from discourse and teasing jokes among its members - and the understanding that, even with their apparent differences, no one belonged to the scenery any less. There was freedom to be one's full self. No shrinking for fitting. They saw your curves and angles and made room for them, creating a mosaic of people whose ideas and beliefs were brought together by common community.
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But here in Seattle, it seemed the groups I found myself in and around thrived off their choruses of "Me too", "I feel the same way", of "We all know...", and "I think we can all say that..."s. But with all their scripts for their language, culture, interests, values, and etiquette there seemed to be no script for responses of, "I feel differently", "That's not what I think" or "That working for you doesn't mean it works for me". It felt like if I was out of step with the rest of the group, I was the one making the wrong curve; when my different arcs and waves, my different experiences, beliefs and existences appeared, an air of defensiveness entered the room or a quick silence hung in the air after they noticed me shifting. No probing, no pondering, no jokes or pokes. Just a return to the forms the group's always known, back to the angles by which the group abides.
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I've seen and appreciated the ways in which the Seattle area prides itself on its tight-knit communities. But as a perpetual outsider, I've also seen how its groups seem to sing their choruses so loudly it's easy for them to tune out voices of difference - to not recognize a different note being sung. Either newcomers know the chorus or they just don't sing along - otherwise, when they sing a different verse, everyone seems to notice.
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I've lived on both sides of the lines I've seen these groups draw in the sand. I've lived on both sides of a lot of lines. But it's been so long since I've felt I had to "fit in", slide cleanly into a mold, to make meaningful connections instead of feeling I was accepted the way I wholly am, curves fitting in or not. Would it really benefit me to start doing that now? Reduce myself to just one of my many aspects? Temper my complexities and angles just to fit the Seattle spaces I've found myself in?
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I could give into the tight-knit sameness around me, do my best to mimic the shapes and movements and people around me...or I could break free of the idea that the only way to succeed in the landscape I found myself in was to fit neatly into it.
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