So I do this thing.
When I really like something (specific show or a music video or stuff like that ) and I want to info-dump about it, you know just to share my love and interest about that thing. I watch multiple reaction videos. I pick reactors from to thumbnail based on the least clickbait-y image because they seem like they'll probably truly enjoy that thing, and I can feel like I'm sharing it with a friend. Yes, I have friends to talk to about certain things that I like, but nobody really gets it or shares the need to kind of deep dive into that topic and talk about it with me for hours.
This is actually one of the main reasons I have this cup app (tumblr- tumbler- sounds like what my grandma calls cups glass cups specifically, I don't know if its something anyone has heard before i also think she called it that because of the sound it makes when it tumbles or because it would actually tumble)(glass cups tumble right? Like tumbleweed when they're knocked over? Or should it just be called rolling? Like it rolls away?) . I watch a show and my mutual are also probably watching the same show, so it's theories and breakdowns and deep analysis of this thing that I'm enjoying that is taking at least half of my brain space almost constantly, and we all just go through it together. And it still exists for me to go back to and re-experience for as long as I need or want to.
So, to the outside world and people around me, I am not obsessing over anything. I'm just going through my day like everyone else, and I get to enjoy what I want in a safe space.
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The way my own brain tries to sabotage my attempt at obtaining a healthier relationship with food is astonishingly irritating, mostly due to being so unbelievably illogical.
When my body started screaming about being ravenously hungry approximately two hours ago, my brain sent out an immediate, automated, unrepliable response along the lines of "No food necessary. You can't possibly be hungry, you've not even done anything today".
As if I haven't been up for, what, 11 hours, majority of which trying to internalize everything I possibly can regarding my new job, on just two cups of coffee and a small bowl of pasta. As if thinking and learning new things wouldn't require energy.
Or no, in fact, as if the task of having sustained the bodily functions of an actual real life person for the past 30 years including today couldn't possibly require more energy than whatever is in 100 grams of white pasta with trace amounts of feta cheese and olive oil, a couple of cherry tomatoes, and maybe a desilitre of oat milk.
As if I would somehow (how????) need to earn the right to, what, keep sustaining said bodily functions? In the eyes of whom, my own brain? Surely not that brain, the one that is in fact included in those bodily functions that apparently aren't significant enough to deserve to go on uninterrupted??
Like does this brilliant brain of mine seriously believe that starving myself is somehow an option that leads to a good outcome? Have we not seen enough logical proof against that? Have we not read enough articles about the ineffectiveness and dangers of diet culture?
And if reading about it really is not enough: have we not been doing that for the past 15 years with whatever is the the opposite of success? How fucking long do we have to keep repeating the same fucking behaviour before accepting the fact that it is not fucking working??????
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Wow wow wow everything is so unbelievably bad I've almost been put in dormancy like 5 times this summer. I wanna kill myself so bad I'm so absolutely exhausted trying to find reasons to live. Idk, maybe I'll stick around for Em's wedding so at the very least she'll have some good memories of me and won't have to live knowing her dead friend was supposed to be at her wedding. I genuinely cannot see myself surviving this Christmas bc I am always so fucking alone and I always relapse and drink for 2 weeks straight and think abt pills the whole time
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I've got to a point where I'm thinking I need to do self-care, pet-care, house-care stuff like wash my hair, do my nails, clean the kitchen, cook myself a warm meal etc and spend a lot of time ranting in my head why I need to do them like I have to be ready at any time to defend myself why I had to do that and didn't wrote on my thesis, or do the raport. I'm anxiously defending my needs to rest and do anything other than write, it's extra tiring and crazy unhealthy. The worst part is that no matter what I'd say if it comes up, one of my supervisors would dismiss me like so many times in the past cuz they're worksholic and grinding themselves in the ground so any excuse of mine pale by comparison.
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I think the thing that affected me the most as a kid (and considering that I'm still a kid.. I think this sounds bad) is the fact that my parents wouldn't believe me whenever I cried.
I have to think about this.. I don't really want to specify anything like who or why, but...
since they were 'crocodile tears' and I wasn't pouring my eyes out I was obviously faking it.
It just hurt me so much.. and still hurts.
I think it's the reason why I get so scared when someone thinks I'm lying when I'm telling the truth. Mainly a close person too.
I just feel... I don't know. It just hurts so much and j don't know how to make it stop.
What's worse is that my behaviour is just self destructive so I end up proving everyone else right... I wish I could just do better.
be better.
but now, that's just wishful thinking..
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