In Deference

"Cat Call" by Ursa Eyer (Source)

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God i love Canadians and their sense of humor!!

A tip from your favorite nurse

(that’d be me)

Always have eggs in your fridge

You just never know when someone will split their head open

Or cut their finger while cooking

And so on

See that membrane there?

While the blood is gushing - hold pressure and crack open an egg

Peel that there membrane off and put it on the wound (continue holding pressure)

The membrane will harden and keep the wound closed until you can get to the ER for stitches

If you even need them that is

Nature: 1, Band aids: 0

It also helps in healing scars and reducing their visibility.

Whoah science.

Neato.

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

so i swam up to it

and what i found was a man shaking and muttering to himself, a dead body, and 20 cats

clint barton and his circus girl buddies

clint barton being taught how to do makeup by his circus girl buddies

clint barton doing circus girls’ makeup

clint barton doing natasha’s makeup for her covers

clint barton doing bucky’s makeup for parties

clint barton getting bored and putting makeup on himself

clint barton liking it and leaving it on

clint barton wearing purple eyeliner

kate bishop making fun of it but secretly liking it

kate bishop stealing it when he’s not looking and wearing it until he notices and goes out to buy more

clint barton and make up

My fucking head is going to explode.

"Native American" names?

Why don’t you just label the entire month of November as “promote racial stereotypes and underlying mysticism” month and stop pretending any of this shit is grounded in the idea of realistic education or fact.

And I said I did

And she says “that’s not an Indian name” which I can only assume now she said as much because it wasn’t English and I argued with her, saying that yeah it totally was because my nana had given it me and why was she even mad that I already had a name? 

And the teacher told me “You’re not Indian” 

And I said “Yes, I’m Blackfeet” and this fool ass woman laughs at me and says that’s a “made up” name and that I’m not Indian because, and I quote “You don’t look Indian and most of them are dead or on reservations. You’re not dead or on a reservation, are you?”

I was a smart kid, right? I could read by age three and I started school two years early so I was two years younger than everyone in my class and I was fucking five when she said this to me and I still remember it like it was three days ago. 

I went into hysterics. I was crying so hard that she sent me to the principal’s office because I was scared all my NDN family was going to die now and I was sad that I’m not NDN unless I’m on a reservation. Like? This grown ass White woman had me locked in an identity crisis before I was even allowed to stay up past 19h30 on a weekday

Like, this shit is not fucking cute. Don’t fucking do this racist bullshit. When we have names in our own language, we don’t just fucking pick them out of a hat at random. There is history and Medicine in people’s names and these things are parts of our identity—not to mention not every Native person has a name specific to their Nation’s culture

I’ve seen some posts making this guilt trip of how the people who like to dress up as a sugar skull or the Catrina for halloween or whatever is racist and cultural appropriation.

Nah, it’s completely fine, as long as you are not totally ignorant about it or disrespectful.

Sugar skull represents the deceased, in a joyful manner. And the Catrina is just a social critic which became an icon later on for the day of the dead and Mexico. 

It is not offensive to turn this into a costume or an accessory because it already is, so if you want to dress up like sugar skulls on Halloween, do so, but atleast know it’s value.

Be open minded, don’t even hate, and share this rich culture we have with the rest of humanity, chill.