Silly Internet Boy

My therapist (this a new one, not to be confused with the one I hit with my car) is a very straight-laced, youth pastor type guy who does not understand what I am talking about 90% of the time so honestly idk how effective he is as a therapist, but randomly he will zero in on one of my Brain Problems with complete clarity before going back to his default Straight And Neurotypical level of understanding of my general fuck-up-ery. Like I was trying to explain to him why I project so much onto certain fictional characters and why writing fanfiction about them is so cathartic for me, and I could tell I was losing him because he was having a hard time grasping the idea of just, fanfiction in general, but then he suddenly said, "it might feel safer for you to explore scary feelings with creative writing about fictional characters because you actually have control over the things you're writing, as opposed to in the real world, where you feel you have very little control over anything." And I was kind of reeling from that a little, because like, yeah, but then he said "and you use characters you like because it makes you happy to see them, like how I watch any movie that has The Rock starring in it, because it makes me happy to see The Rock." And then he just looked at me like

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I use this to torture my victims:

TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)

In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior.  There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time.  Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.

Because the original link was broken, I tracked down a news story about how the song is continuing to help Mary Moran's relatives find their African communities:

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if forum signatures still existed this would be mine

How tall are you. I want to spread misinformation about you and am worried about it being accidentally correct