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sunscreenstudies · 2 months
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A Step-by-Step Guide for Socially Anxious Email Senders
Read the horrible, horrible email you have to reply to and then feel relief at the fact that "well, at least it's not a phone call!"
Determine what parts you have to reply to i.e. if they asked you a question about something or if there's a part where you need to ask them a question about something
Set a timer for 2 min, 5 min, or 10 min depending on the importance of the email, but no longer!
Write your greeting: "Hi [their first name]" for friendlies, "Dear Mr/Ms/Dr [their last name]" for acquaintances
Write your ending (Yes, we're doing this now before we write anything else): "Best wishes, [your first name]" for friendlies, "Kind Regards, [your first and last name]" for acquaintances
Write "Hope you're well!" This is a game changer because now they know you're thinking of them BUT they don't feel like they have to answer in the way that typing "How are you?" does. Plus, the exclamation mark always helps to lighten up an email that otherwise might feel stuffy.
Answer their questions. If they asked multiple, then split up your answers with filler phrases such as "In relation to...", "In regard to...", "As for...", etc. Finish your paragraph with "I hope this helps, but if you have any further questions, please feel free to ask!"
Ask your questions. If you don't have any questions, then find the most complicated/unclear part of their email, rephrase it, and throw it in after a "Just a quick note to confirm my understanding of the project: [the rephrased bit]". This will let them know that you did thoroughly read their email, and it also provides them with an excuse to email you back with "yes, you're right" or "actually..." which removes the awkwardness they might be feeling as to whether there's any need to reply to your email or not. Finish your paragraph with "Thank you!" (it never hurts to be nice)
Check for spelling or grammar mistakes (if you don't have an extension like Grammarly, then copy and paste your email into Google Docs/Word doc/LibraOffice doc/etc. to check for errors there. Once you've corrected them, copy and paste the corrected text back into your email, replacing the original text)
Reread your email three times. Look at me. Look. At. Me. Three times. That's it! No more and no less! Your timer should have gone off by now, so times up, tough luck, you have to send it, the timer said so. If your timer hasn't gone off yet, then congrats! You beat the clock! Now let's celebrate by sending that horrible email immediatley.
Check your "sent" email box once - just once - to make sure that your email did successfully send and to shut up that part of your brain that's going "but what if they didn't get it?!" They got it. Exit your email browser/app.
Turn your phone/laptop on "do not disturb", leave your desk, make yourself a big mug of something hot (I personally prefer black tea, but you could make tea, coffee, hot chocolate, soup, etc. - whatever you enjoy the most!). Bonus Points: If you're at home or in an enclosed office, then throw on your favourite song or a dancing playlist, and spend five minutes dancing and shaking off that nervous energy before getting back to work. Congratulations: You did it!
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leftdestiny-posts · 1 year
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Just a small reminder to whoever needs it rn,
You are going to be okay. Take a deep breath, drink some water, -- take that well deserved break. Try not to stress too much, alright? Know you are loved, and it's all going to be okay eventually.
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newbie-whovian · 2 years
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Uh yeah I made a good decision skipping Talons of Weng-Chiang on my first watch-through of series 14. I could actively feel myself losing years off my life.
Like--- damn son, did they reread this script at all when they were filming??
Also 4 is out of character and Bad™ and Leela deserves better.
Could not finish part 4, amazed I got that far-
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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uncanny-tranny · 3 months
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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yrsonpurpose · 3 months
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PAUL MESCAL & ANDREW SCOTT All of Us Strangers (2023) dir. Andrew Haigh — You're here. With me.
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en-somniac · 1 year
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I honest to god think that the origin discourse is... incredibly stupid.
I get it, okay? I get that traumagenic systems can sometimes feel like endogenic/ other origins are Mocking Them. You went through something painful and that is. Difficult to deal with. Seeing others exist in the same way with the assumption that they got there without that painful experience can be really hard.
But the fact is. It just Doesn't Matter what another system calls themselves. It has absolutely zero effect on you as a person.
"But they're mocking me!" Are they? I mean maybe you've been targeted by harassment and that's Bad but that's not localized to one side or another. They're Both Shit.
I think the system community could do with just... taking a deep breath and stopping trying to control how others exist. Stop trying to say what's real and valid and what isn't. Because at the end of the day, It Doesn't Matter what some other system uses as an identifier. That has absolutely no bearing on my systemhood and existence and life.
It just doesn't.
Like just. Just relax okay?
I promise. The other side does not bite.
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niinnyu · 19 days
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Red in your hair.
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paper-mario-wiki · 10 months
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ive exclusively been playing it by ear with the makeup (no tutorials or anything) and i somehow always end up looking like a secretary kind of so ive been practicing looking exasperated while wearing makeup cuz i figure i gotta work with what im given ya know
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rippedstitches · 1 year
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I THINK I HAUVE COVID????!?!?!????
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triflesandparsnips · 6 months
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hey so friendly reminder
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stede gives *full body* kisses
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bi-shop · 1 year
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when the sheep is sugar
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thatshinx · 2 months
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Attention Western LMK fans: This is a public service announcement
when someone says “immortal” in the context of Chinese mythology they do NOT mean “can’t die”. They mean “can live forever”
Think of a mortals lifespan as a candle and an immortals lifespan as an infinitely long candle. The immortal candle can burn forever but it someone blows it out it still goes out. Now some immortal candles are inside a building so they don’t get hit by wind or rain and others are on a patio protected only from rain. It’s different depending on how powerful they are and how many immortalities are stacked
Sun Wukong is an infinitely long trick birthday candle that can blow out in theory but no one’s been strong enough to test that theory
hope this helps clear things up
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augustinewrites · 5 months
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why do i have the feeling that gojo would be the bridezilla fir his and fushigojo mom’s wedding😭 imagine gojo being very insistent and annoying with the wedding planner on the flower arrangements and the food etc. and fushigojo mom is like “gojo. relax.”
he absolutely would be bridezilla 😭 fushigojo mom is just focused on making sure the kids are dressed and ready while this man is going around the venue like “the arch is CROOKED i’m wearing a blindfold but even i can see it.” “these are TEA ROSES not the FRENCH ROSES I— WE WANTED”
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inkskinned · 10 months
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happy pride to people still in the closet. happy pride to people who used to identify one way and are now identifying another. happy pride to every person who feels alienated and estranged from the community. happy pride to people who still feel shame and guilt about their sexuality. happy pride to every person that has felt like they don't fit the image - not thin, not white, not "classically pretty".
happy pride to every person who feels like they're not "gay enough." happy pride to people who "look" straight, or appear to be in heteronormative relationships. happy pride to every person that is "too" gay, the "flamboyant" ones that are even mocked within the community. happy pride to butch lesbians and twee bisexuals and people that don't medically transition and to every gender-neutral-nature-based name - happy pride to those of us who are usually the butt of the joke.
happy pride if you're still confused. if you used to identify as bisexual but now are going by lesbian, bitch me too. if you aren't sure if you're genderfluid or just having some Gender Feelings, that's cool too. if you feel like you know you're not straight, but you don't know what you are - you're safe.
happy pride to every person that has felt like they don't belong in this community. i promise you do belong. there is a place for you, and people that will love you. it's your celebration too.
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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I think one of the most surprising parts of transition, specifically going on testosterone, is just how... normal it felt to me. When I was watching other people go on testosterone and describe how they felt, I anticipated that I'd feel the huge emotions, the spark, I guess. But I didn't. If anything, I went from being a neurotic mess to being... normal. Almost painfully normal. It's like I've gotten a cloth and dusted off this thing I call my body.
I honestly think it's interesting how natural I feel on testosterone. I never really thought I could feel this normal, but I do. It's like I can stand in a crowd and not feel like eyes are watching me, like ants crawling on a log.
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