why do people say “don’t be a pussy” when talking about weakness more like “don’t be a man’s ego” because you know there isn’t nothing more fragile than that
because “pussy” is the shortened form of the word “pusillanimous”, which means “timid, cowardly”
and not the slang word for the female genital region?
literally no one else knows this. nobody.
OMFG this explains so much.
God bless America.
Hannibal Buress - (x)
Why do some men feel they are entitled to more space than women? I’m sitting next to some asshole on my train, and he’s literally taking up most of my seat as well. He doesn’t give a shit that I’m practically falling off.
My Dad and I used to ride the rail daily in to Boston to go to work. He taught me the value of gently placing an elbow in someone’s ribs/side and holding it there. It is never done maliciously, just as a way to say “Hey man, I’m here. Respect that or you’re going to be uncomfortable for a while.” It’s gotta be sneaky, though. It’s like guerrilla warfare meets siege warfare meets a war of attrition.
Bonus points if you can work the phrase “Hold the line” in to a conversation with whomever is around.
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Aasif Mandvi interviews Fox Business commentator, Todd Wilemon.
once I stopped looking at my life like some narrative w/ a beginning middle and ending and started to envision my existence as not bound by some linear definition of progression I became a trillion times less stressed true story
Interesting. I’m going through a similar experience as of late. From my standpoint, I’m thinking of the change in mindset from “this is how life is, here’s your checklist for each milestone you need to hit by a certain age” to “this is how life is, but you can control your experience and perception of it. Sit down, take a bite, hang out for a bit.”
I’ve gone through a few close encounters with death. It’s one of those things where it’s hard not to be aware of your imminent mortality when you’ve come close.
There are times when you relive moments and there’s no rhyme or reason as to why. Today, driving back from Laura’s apartment I had an experience like that where I had to make a conscious effort to focus on driving rather than my memories of the Boston Marathon.
I think it is the three significant experiences in my life have really shaped me in to being a complacent person, one who has tried so hard to fit in to the mold that was given to him. That’s not what most people expect. Most people believe that one experience is enough to ignite someone in to some sort of #YOLO rage. For some people yes, but for me personally, it made me more like a zombie. It made me work 14 hour days and commute 4 hours a day. It made me balance three jobs and an internship and school. It made me walk away from a lot of interests that could have turned in to passions and great opportunities.
It made me seek safety, stability and predictability rather than risk. It made me chase money rather than fulfillment.
I’m trying to stay focused on my desires and I’m starting to see the value of living in the moment and experiencing things as they come along. I’m starting to push out on my own and chase after what interests me, what matters to me. I’m starting to see that the lessons I had been taught aren’t always true. Life isn’t a mad sprint or a marathon, where there are winners and losers.
The only way to win at life is to discover who you are and be that person. Who you are changes based upon your experiences and your age. If you want to keep winning, you need to unapologetically keep discovering who you are and being you. That’s the lesson I was never taught as being the most important.
Life is akin to sitting in a park on a perfect day in autumn with my camera, a notebook, some books, a buttery, gooey chocolate filled croissant and a glass of the Almond Joy inspired coffee cocktail from Willibrew. Or a Hot Apple Toddy. You can use your own idea of a perfect day. My point is, you need to live your life in a way you feel is right for you.
That’s why I am not concerned about finances, or much in the way of the future. I’m not looking for milestones in the sense that I need to have something by a certain age. I don’t need to fit in to the box that friends, family, coworkers or society has deemed right for me. That’s not to say I don’t have any ambition, or that I don’t value opinions, it’s just that I want to chose what I do with my life on my own terms.
That’s what the above means to me. I do have a beginning, and it’s important to remember where I came from, but I do not have a defined ending. Not yet. And no matter where I am in life, it is always going to feel like the middle and the ending has yet to be written. The future is always mutable. We are all freer than we believe.
a relationship will not cure your issues, no matter how hard young adult books and films try to push that notion on us. if you have depression or bipolar or anxiety or whatever, getting into a relationship isn’t going to cure that or make it go away. person with illness + relationship = ill person in a relationship. please don’t put all of your focus on finding someone to fix you, focus on fixing yourself the right way.
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