Nothing is True

Mythology was a passion of my Latin teacher when I was in school. When I told him I wanted more books about this, he didn't teach whatever he was going to teach that day, and spent a lot of time telling us about ancient Greco-Roman gods and mythology. We were all very excited and asked for more.

He gave us some book titles to look up in the library and said if we were really interested, we would write a short essay on what mythologies we were most interested in.

He then went to the headmaster with all the essays and told her that we were all really enjoying the mythology and wanted do a class on it. Headmaster was like 'cool. Go design it. Start next semester.'

So he started a Comparative Religion and Mythology class for us, though most of the emphasis was on mythology. I signed up for it.

(He later told me that I was one of the reasons the headmaster greenlit the class-- because I was known as a 'bad' kid who rarely showed up for class, and this was one of the few things I showed any interest in. He told me that the headmaster greenlit the class hoping that I would go to some of my other classes since I was already at the school for Mythology, anyway. And I did attend this class regularly, and her scheme probably worked as I did skip a little less often).

There was too much to cover, even though it was a pretty long class. The teacher gave us resources (books and library catalogue numbers to take to the local librarians) to continue researching on the various mythologies that we developed a passion in.

He had an open-door policy for his lunch-break that if we wanted to come in and talk to him about religion or mythology, we could-- but the only rule was that we had to discover something on our own in our research to talk about. Couldn't be something we already covered in class or the main texts we were looking at. So we would all spend time in the library looking through the books and checking out piles of them to come in and chat with him about.

And, if you managed to find a tidbit of knowledge he did NOT know about mythology, we would get a prize. (He had a prize box in the back of his cabinet like Lego figurines and sweets and dumb toys that kids think are fun.)

That is how I learnt about Mythology when I was a kid. And I ended up focussing a lot on Mythology and Folklore for my BA, and nearly went into a specialised MA programme, but decided to go a different direction for the rest of my education-- though I still managed to bring it into my work when I could. But I still have a great love and passion for it. And it was definitely reignited when I went to Greece in February and I've been reading up on Greco-Roman myth again since then.

It's in video games as well, like god of war, odyssey, and hades.

And every single Assassin's Creed game.

pulls out soapbox

Recency bias is such a scourge on creativity and analysis. modern art, music, literature, film, drama are in constant conversation with what came before. Let's take Christopher Nolan films. Memento? The labyrinth with a minotaur caged with in. Guy Pearce is the minotaur and created the maze to contain is his raison d'etre.

Interstellar? Technically the upcoming Odyssey is superfluous. This film already depicts a man fighting against all odds to get back home. His daughter "weaves" the technology to enable it.

Inception? A journey through the underworld.

You learn these mythological stories once, and you start seeing them everywhere. You mind does connect the dots and all the art becomes much more enriching. Also, no wrong answers. if you see the connections, they exist.

The Lion King (aside from essentially being Hamlet) is also the story of Osiris and Horus.

Oh Brother Where Art Thou- Homer's Odyssey.

The Lighthouse - Prometheus and Proteus.

Pan's Labyrinth, Persephone in the underworld.

The Matrix is the story of Orpheus's journey into the underworld (where he meets Delphi).

You have to actually ACTIVELY unlearn all that shit. You can actually be trans AND hold TERF and racist beliefs, it is in fact very easy.

I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.

I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.

Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.

Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.

Like for the majority it really is "oh i'm hungrier and moodier than usual"

If, before you get your period, you feel furiously angry, suicidal, irritated by every tiny thing to the point you want to murder someone, stuck in a black hole you'll never escape from. If you are experiencing extreme emotions for what seems like no good reason, especially if you get your period and those extreme emotions just go away. You're probably not just PMSing , you may have PMS's feral big sister PMDD and it's treatable.

Part of socializing and having friends is being a good listener even when you don't actually give a shit about the subject.

Your are hurting other people's feelings when you bluntly respond with "Anyway..." and then change the topic.

It can not always be about your preferred topic.

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