“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
Everyone talks about how Plato’s name means “broad” in Greece, because his wrestling coach thought Plato had broad shoulders. But no one talks about how Plato’s actual birth name is Aristocles?? Implying that everyone in Ancient Greece just wanted to fuck with Plato by calling him “broad” instead of by his actual name. And now it’s cemented in history.
i’m just getting over a cold and this video made me start actually crying and coughing and choking and shit in the middle of a discord call today like actually dying for real
What if love is not a destination, but rather a journey that we embark on with another person? This means that love is not something that we achieve or attain, but rather, it is a continuous process of growth, understanding, and connection.
i love talking about important people on a first name basis. i can see the visible shock and confusion on everyone’s face when i go “oh yeah im not a big fan of Joe’s policies.”
sometimes life gets unbearably hard and confusing but then i remind myself that i’m doing my best. it’s not easy for an autist to make sense of the world yet here i am doing it.