Emotionally Distant™

personally, i get much more out of the idea that i am still worth something despite being fundamentally broken, than i get from being told that i'm "not" broken or that i can "stop" being broken. i already know what i am, and i know that what i am isn't going to change. when someone tries to argue otherwise i just know they're not interested in who i am. they only care about some imagined better version of me they have in their head.

Having a job is an awesome way to stay hydrated because you get so bored you start drinking water just for a little excitement

going on a walk will save you again and again and again and again and

t shirt that just says WHATEVER YOU’RE READING INTO MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND BODY LANGUAGE YOU’RE MISINTERPRETING

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters. 

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.

Oh my favorite language based one was back when I was still in law school I was talking to this old Japanese man one time and he called me a “lawyer egg” instead of a law student and I still think about that turn of phrase

im realizing very fast that people do not in fact know that sometimes things in stories suck on purpose and it sucking is the point