I've been playing this crappy farming game where you like, grow and sell turnips and shit. It has 4 growing seasons like you'd expect... but today the game casually mentioned that each season has 30 days. Which means that i'm actually an alien creature, farming on an alien planet that orbits its star every 2880 hours (!)
i cannot stop thinking about this
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I have been hating myself this year for being "distractible" and unproductive at work. It's hard to focus, hard to stay motivated. But I think I've realized that I'm not actually distracted from work at all. Work IS the distraction. This year has made it impossible to ignore what's important: friends, relationships, place, health, life. Work was always what was pointless, and it's merely extra difficult to lie to myself about that this year.
I'm trying hard to remember the best things.
i think if you're not from an abusive household, you might believe in some mental scoreboard where like, if you're nice sometimes and nasty sometimes, that it evens out. But for someone who was abused, each nice word counts as +1, and each nasty word counts as -1000.
Being nasty to a person who has a history of being abused, even just a few times, makes them cut you loose pretty much permanently. Preserving those friendships requires being thoughtful with your words.
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