I'm gonna sound so lame but I love shitty horror movies. People still put effort into them, and art doesn't need to be perfect. Give me a plot that doesn't make sense and generic or weird characters. I may not react in fear, but I'll still find joy in it.
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To the mistakes that made me
To the challenges that transformed me
To the experiences that stretched me
To the people who hurt me
To the struggles that overwhelmed me
To the heartbreak that shattered me
To the losses that saddened me
And to the pain that threatened to overpower me
Thank you for helping me unlock my greatness
And blossom into a better version of me.
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I am in a weird place right now. Maybe it’s because it’s still January, and my good resolutions haven’t *quite* gone the way of the dodo, but… Idk.
I feel like I’m getting used to being sober. And not sober of drugs and alcohol, but of… Excitement. Hype. Joy.
My life is so fucking boring and uninspiring right now. I’m not obsessed with anyone or anything. I’m not hyper focusing on anything. I’m meh about all stuff. I can’t create. And yet. My house is tidy. I’ve read like 5 physical books in two weeks. I’ve brushed my teeth semi-regularly. I’ve been productive and confident at work.
I feel like an animal, following instincts rather than thinking and feeling. It’s all one thing into the next, rinse and repeat, boring boring boring boring… but I’m getting used to it. It’s strangely comforting, almost… satisfying? Just living day by day, moment by moment. It’s all utterly dull but well, I have nothing better at the moment, nothing I’d rather be doing. So… I might as well vacuum the kitchen, I might as well finish up that documentation, I might as well send that email, I might as well go shower. You see?
Is this what maturity is? Or am I just depressed?
Bottom line: I think I’m better at human-ing when I don’t have anything I really love in my life, nothing that lights up my eyes. When nothing ever alleviates the drudgery, the drudgery becomes easier to bear, and the desire for it to be alleviated fades.
Maybe this is what they mean when talking about enjoying small things.
I didn’t know that a clean space was attainable, or that I’d find it pleasant. I didn’t know that I was still capable of reading real books. I didn’t realise how nice it is to have a skincare routine. None of these things give me Joy, or make me Excited. But they’re nice. And I didn’t appreciate them when I had other things in my life that gave me the Capital Letter Feelings, often to my own detriment, and the detriment of my space, my body, and my relationships.
I don’t know if I’m ok with Never feeling anything big or hype again. And yet a part of me is like… I hope it never comes back. I hope life will just be tidy kitchens and clean teeth and vacuumed floors from now on.
I guess it’s nice feeling like a capable adult for a change.
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If there's one thing I've learned from my neverending array of fleeting hyperfixations, it is this...
Everything is temporary. The good, the bad, all of it.
Take the time to enjoy every little thing that makes you smile, without shame or apology, no matter how short a time it may last.
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Had to share this @WeHeartIt
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