There's an adhd hack which I wanna describe but it's going to sound sort of fake and sort of like I'm saying "just do the thing" which I'm not.
Basically it can be impossible to start doing the thing, but once you've started it, it's actually fine right? It's just FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE to start it, especially because you don't want to do it.
So I've got this way where I start it "without meaning to" a bit like if you were standing on the edge of the cliff and unable to make yourself jump off but... but you can jerk your body violently-- then you're falling and you don't really get a say in the matter any more.
A good example of this is not wanting to make a call. So you'd sit there and plan what you want to rehearse and hit the button when you're ready... or not, because actually you'd put the phone down and run off to do literally anything else.
So instead, I just hit call really fast, with no actual intention to make the call. Oh shit I really don't want to but now it's ringing and oh shit someone picked up and now we're already rolling and it'd be worse to hang up than to just talk--
I do the same thing with timers and work tasks where I've trained my brain to only be 'winning' the 'game' when the 15m timer is running so now if I hit the timer I'm like 'oh shit work started and I'm LOSING' and I'll jump up to do exactly 15 minutes of work... Only now I've already started and I might as well keep going, right?
Turning tasks into "reactions" not "actions"-- And reacting is way easier.
It's kind of setting the "poor impulse control" part of ADHD against the "Procrastination" part and making them fight.
Eris appeared atop our knoll, clad head to toe in silver armor, a red cape spilling from his shoulders.
Eris snorted, pouring himself a goblet of wine from the decanter in the center of the table. "I'd forgotten why I was so relieved when our bargain fell apart the last time." Rhys shot him a warning look. Eris just drank deeply.
Those hounds were the best in Prythian... Gray and sleek like smoke, they could race as fast as the wind... Eris, Cassian knew, had twelve.
"Get that pitying look off your face," Eris snarled softly. "I know what sort of creature my father is. I don't need your sympathy."
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Reading the Lay of Leithian and I’m not over the fact that Beren and Finrod Felagund introduce themselves to Sauron as Nereb and Dungalef. It’s both utterly ridiculous and yet the best way to keep their identity secret because no one sane would use their name backwards to trick Sauron the Deciever of all people.
Look, idk if this has been said before, but I'm sat here at 1am trying to finish an essay when I get distracted by my own thoughts and make a connection that really shouldn't have connected.
This is such a small line and Benedick says it during a battle of wits that he is losing, but it's still hitting me hard. Margaret says Benedick has a blunted wit and he replies:
BENEDICK: A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a woman
I've already talked about how much Claudio sucks, but in contrast to Benedick, he hurt a woman. Benedick is mocked by Claudio and Don Pedro (behind his back) for being led by a woman when he challenges Claudio to a duel. They insinuate that he's going to be less manly because he will marry.
Benedick's view of manhood is different than Claudio's, he defends women, he fights on women's behalf because they cannot do it themselves, and he does not, even in jest, hurt them.
I swear to god if you actually start answering asks like this and bring back the Heritagesona I’m gonna rearrange your kneecaps to a 90 Picarat sliding puzzle, I thought we buried that thing
Not to get lost in the narratives and such, but I think it's a wild thing to take a young player with fire in his belly who will be the first to admit that he was never even the best player in his junior teams made it to the NHL it's because he clawed his way thru via any means necessary, and to tell him, I want you to look at this example of all things beautiful about hockey, and do everything exactly as he does it.
And how all of that, instead of breeding resentment can turn into devotion. I'm thinking of faith and how Bergy will be the first to talk about all the ways in which Marchy made his game better, of two people who pushed and balanced and completed each other, who worked so well because they were so different in so many ways, two people who would suck at being each other. And what happens when, you say now you take over. Now you lead, on your own.
And I guess I'm also thinking of that 22 year old with a chip on his shoulder who was told: you will never be the best player on ice as long as he is on the ice, so I want you to be second best.