Titles are stupid and I'm bad at them.

It’s just so funny to me. Like one minute I’m designing bioreactors and getting published for heat dissipation in polymers and then I open this godforsaken app to dudes hanging brain who can’t even pronounce “saponification” calling me a slut because I won’t give attention to their limp excuses for existence.

ya know, the movie about the middle school kid who was moving so he fucked up the entire oppressive system for the rest of the student body before he left to make everyones lives better

where he had the icecream man and the corporate bully fight over their stuff and then dumped i don’t even know how many gallons of melted icecream on them

and had Lizzie McGuire’s dad in a cheese costume

and he unleashed a petting zoo on his dickwad douchenugget fucktruck of a principal

and for almost no reason had Lil Romeo in it and Reese from Malcolm In The Middle 

and a bully who wrote the name of his victims on his shirt and was terrified of a giant green frog mascot

and he caused one of the best food fights I’d ever seen on film back in the day and did a backflip off a table during it (and idk if you’ve even been in a food fight but they’re literally started out like this basically and it was the most accurate depiction of mine, minus the backflipping and hitting teachers but they’re fucking great like 10/10 would recommend)

and yes thats right thats Josh Peck he was one of the two best friends and he never took a robe off so he was called Robe and they was tight

and then caused a major rebellion including the fucking marching band headed by Josh Peck and included his band geek other friend that was crushin hard on him

I think about this movie a lot

If you don’t understand why I fucking loved this movie I don’t know what to do with you. If you don’t love this movie I’m still not sure what to do with you. If you haven’t seen this movie I know even less what to do with you so go watch it.

This movie helped make middle school somewhat mostly bearable for me and not quite as much of a hellhole as it was for other people and I’m sorry if you didn’t have with you what this movie gave me

Years later, after spending hundreds of hours reading studies about intuition and neuroscience and pattern recognition and the processing power of the subconscious mind, I realized that that kind of talk - “she has such good energy,” “you need to read the energy of the room,” “I just got some really bad energy off of that guy” - is a convenient shorthand for the lightning-fast, weirdly-accurate, real-as-fuck subconscious processing of the probability of positive or negative social outcomes likely to result from hundreds or thousands of variables. That “energy” isn’t a tangible thing floating around in the air. It’s your brain updating you constantly with information about your situation. Listen to it. Especially if it’s telling you to be nervous or scared. Your brain is very good at recognizing danger. Let the enormous processing power of your subconscious mind protect you. It’s better at spotting patterns than you are. 

You do not have to stay in a relationship with a mentally ill person if it becomes too much for you to handle. You are not their saviour, that’s not your responsibility to save them.