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The history of civilization is this vast, inconmensurable expanse, and seeing things like this that pinpoint an exact, perfectly ordinary moment in time gives me fucking vertigo.

I speend my group therapy sessions musing variations of this.

overwhelmed by the complexity of life on earth again

rb this on another side, realized the more i look at ut the more it fits here

“Willing and able” by Noah Kahan has ruined my life bc it’s all I can think about while I’m reading “Under the Ruins of a Walled City” by hollycomb on AO3 like dude does this even make sense

My most socially disabling Too Woke thing is noticing how men won't get the fuck out of your way. Like it doesn't even occur to them that they can move out of your fucking way. I need to start letting them just walk directly into me and pushing their chairs so I can quite literally sit at the table etc. This isn't a metaphor I had that second one happen the other day

I will be at the function where everyone's sitting in a circle and there will be a man sitting directly in front of me for no fucking reason so I'm literally physically kind of pushed off to the side. And I'm expected to not start killing them about it

Every day is a million tiny little things telling me I'm supposed to be subservient by default and it pisses me off. And it's probably getting worse specifically because I'm butching it up and it's threatening to them so they have to push a little bit harder. I am also typically there with my girlfriend #MyGirlfriend and The Men have such a whole weird competitive complex about that. They hate when they're losing the figurative dick measuring contest. I'M not one of them so I'm not even supposed to be there. And all of this is happening subconsciously so if I point it out then I'm the big mean dyke

I've seen this pointed out by women, cis or trans, straight or queer, but only here on tumblr. It's never happened to me and I know no one irl that's experienced it. I don't know why the idea disgusts me more than enrages me (which is a lot), but i keep thinking it must happen somewhere else and that there's something missed in translation: religious dogma, societal mysogyny, whatever. Because otherwise I can't wrap my head around it.

inception is a decent movie but there's so much horror tragedy potential written into its premise and the implications of its worldbuilding and being able to see that and do nothing about it makes me feel deranged

is kind of a tragedy how little impact this movie had in the popular culture beyond the BOOOOOM sound effect and redefining the meaning of the word inception. youd think other people would have grabbed this premise and done more with it and it hasnt really happened. this and paprika were the two movies that did something with the idea and that was kind of it

personally i found it terrifying enough. at the time i was hypersomniac, clinophiliac and had the ability to fall right back to sleep and pick up my dreams from where I left them, or change things i didn't like. i was starting to worry about the time i spent asleep and felt i was becoming addicted to dreams as opposed to my waking life, in which i was going through a still undiagnosed depression. the dreaming den scene touched a nerve, so did the open ending. but those were very specific to me at that time, i guess it could have gone further into the psycho-horror realm, or even body horror with a pinch of imagination.