i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.
and that should be fine; but it's never fine.
i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.
for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.
we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.
i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.
restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.
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one of my favorite parts of playing wizard101 is (and i mean this in an entirely lighthearted way and with all the affection in my heart) trying to figure out if one of the worlds is racist or not. its like a little game for me. im tallying up points and weighing them against the fact that i dont really know enough about the cultures in question to figure it out.
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loving jingrenheng is so wild you have to watch the fans of each individual pairing wanting to rip each other apart and being super aggressive over how their pair is better and you cant even disagree with most of their arguments because every relationship within really is that compelling you just dont see why you couldnt enjoy all of those dynamics at the same time
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Thinking about my AU again cus 🫶
So in the lore, Zoro’s labor is incredibly chaotic from Sanji being out of town and the three remaining straw hats having to act as stand-in birth partners. Well his labor is also very slow going. Like hours pass and he’s not making any progress. So Zoro being Zoro the longer it takes the more his patience is wearing thin, and towards the end he fully doesn’t want anyone but Sanji to see him anymore. He’s in a shit ton of pain, has been for hours, and is ready to rip Luffy’s head off is he keeps trying to cheer him up with Yo-Yo tricks. Zoro doesn’t do vulnerability, so it’s a struggle for him to be in so much pain and not know how to cope with it.
Sanji being the more emotionally intelligent one of the two, decides to ask all of the straw hats to go home for the rest of the night. He’s very grateful for the support they’ve given (he’s super grateful he gets sappy about it) but he can take the rest of it from here and they should go get som sleep. The straw hats are like “yes we agree” but instead of going home they crash in the hospital parking lot in Luffy’s van.
In my mental timeline of the labor, zoro realizes he’s in labor around like 9am-ish. Like he knows something is up when he wakes up. And because he’s incredibly stubborn he doesn’t alert the straw hats until like 12am because he doesn’t want to admit that’s he’s scared, or that he was wrong with insisting that sanji leave on his trip.
They get to the hospital 30 min later. Sanji shows up around 4pm. The straw hats get booted from the room around 10pm, and the baby is finally born at 3 am the next morning.
After some well deserved rest, around 7am Sanji comes running out into the parking lot, yanking open the door of the van yelling “IM A FATHER!!!!” excited and mushy crying ensues.
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thank you to @longliveyamo for tag-whispering a rec for Hot Girls Hockey podcast, I am now working my way through their backlog and it is EXACTLY the kind of zero fact checking, long unrelated tangents, all good vibes hockey content i crave
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