Been talking to some of my friends more, and I feel so much happier! Even if it’s just like 3-4 people I had so much fun bonding w all of them and freaking out over the things we love FCSGJVFS
I missed that so much back in 2021 (tho those people were assholes back in 2021) COUGH but not my current buddies I love yall so much.
Tbh. I couldn’t have done so without this current YouTuber I watch, Adam Duff Lucidpixul. They really gave me the motivation to talk to people and grow my art. If ur the person who likes listening to people talk I recommend them so so much. Will literally change ur life.
Can't believe that the rollercoaster days continue to intensify but here I am breaking off all contact with J while receiving the lease for what is soon to be my OFFICIAL HOME 🎢🎢
a progress: this week I ate a melon. I ate a part of it sunday, another yesterday and finished it today.
I never had problems with eating fruits, so this isn't the nice part of me eating a whole melon. The greatest thing about it is that it is a sign of me becoming ✨ that girl ✨
Two weeks ago I finally got out of my mom with narcissistic traits house and everything has been so so wonderful. When you are used to live in a place where you feel useless and uncapable of doing productive things, eating melon after cleaning the house feels like one of the greatest possible blessings that God can grant.
I really don't want to be trapped in the illusion that my productivity defines my worth and also have a aversion to fitting into these silly aesthetic, but becoming at least a little bit like ✨ that girl ✨ means that I finally have time for myself after a lifetime (in my case, 20 years) of having to live totally for my mom's pleasures.
Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
The motive of every goal is the make the lie seem plausible while taking blame off the speaker, so liars will often project what they say to a third party: "Katie said that..."
Referring to third parties as "they" rather than he or she
In the case of a deliberate lie prepped beforehand, there will be an overuse of specific names (rather than pronouns) as the speaker tries to get the details right.
Overuse of non-committal words like "something may have happened"
Masking or obscuring facts like "to the best of my knowledge" and “it is extremely unlikely," etc.
Avoiding answers to specific, pressing questions
Voice
There's isn't a set tone/speed/style of speaking, but your character's speech patten will differ from his normal one.
People tend to speak faster when they're nervous and are not used to lying.
Body Language
Covering their mouth
Constantly touching their nose
fidgeting, squirming or breaking eye contact
turning away, blinking faster, or clutching a comfort object like a cushion as they speak
nostril flaring, rapid shallow breathing or slow deep breaths, lip biting, contracting, sitting on your hands, or drumming your fingers.
Highly-trained liars have mastered the art of compensation by freezing their bodies and looking at you straight in the eye.
Trained liars can also be experts in the art of looking relaxed. They sit back, put their feet up on the table and hands behind their head.
For deliberate lies, the character may even carefully control his body language, as though his is actually putting on a show
The Four Types of Liars
Deceitful: those who lie to others about facts
2. Delusional: those who lie to themselves about facts
3. Duplicitious: those who lie to others about their values
Lying about values can be even more corrosive to relationships than lying about facts.
4. Demoralized: those who lie to themselves about their values
Additional Notes
Genuine smiles or laughs are hard to fake
Exaggerations of words (that would normally not be emphasized) or exaggerated body language
Many savvy detectives ask suspects to tell the story in reverse or non-linear fashion to expose a lie. They often ask unexpected, or seemingly irrelevant questions to throw suspects off track.
“Your brother is adorable.” The cashier cooed at Danny, peering over the counter with a smile. “What’s his name?”
Danny looked down to the surly, scowling little de-aged Batman currently holding onto his hand, glaring up at the cashier with bright blue eyes.
Things had already been bad enough when he’d gotten caught in a fight in Gotham, but things went from bad to worse when a magician had hit Batman with a de-aging spell and then shoved them through a portal.
Into a different fucking dimension.
Because of course neither of their lives could be easy. And now the two of them were stuck in Iowa in the middle of nowhere, at a truck stop gas station, trying to go on a cross-country roadtrip to reach the nearest hero city and get home.
He looked up and smiled awkwardly, trying to come up with a name off the top of his head — one of the heroes called Batman ‘B’ when he got hit right? B for Batman, right. B… B… Bee… Bees.
“Buzz.” He said, and tried not to grimace as the cashier’s face warped with surprise. “Like the astronaut.”
Today we hosted really nice climate café. I shared how I visited the world press photo exhibition and cried, surrounded by all the climate hell already unfolding. Everything feels so pointless in the face of that. Especially a job pursuit.
What is my role in this? someone asked. I said I related. All the fucking prescribed roles people have ready to take for you. Do you want to be in academia? You should work at an ngo. I think a great way for you to contribute would be in optimization. Here's a green job. Here's the path to climate relief. We have solutions laid out and the plans ready. If only everyone would join our movement. If only everyone would do as I do. What role do you take upon you? Are you an activist? An artist? A machine learning developer? A data visualization expert?
In ecosystems, someone said, we know that large monocultures aren't healthy for long and prone to collapse. We know it's the diverse systems that flourish, and are robust. The ecosystems full of weird things. Your role may not be recognized because it is not in a standardized shape.
They helped me see, what I knew fifteen years ago already, and what I now know again: I don't fit the prefab boxes that are on offer. But that I don't fit a box, doesn't mean I have nothing to offer. That at the interview on Thursday they refused to accept the possibility that I can both train neural nets and do visualization, is a falling short on their behalf. I can do so much and I work so interdisciplinary. Which by its definition doesn't fit 1 mold. This is not art, it's science. This is not science, it's art. Not fitting a mold means that I have to build a fitting box myself. I have been, and still am so so so reluctant to do so, because of the work that it takes. But it feels like the clear path to go now.
I'm the king of productivity this fine evening because I finally sent in my first ever application for my first ever job and I had a kickass practice session with my baritone in which I somehow didn't entirely suck as much as I thought I would after not playing for a week and half straight
I have reached 140 pages (52k words) of the book I’m writing, which I am very proud of. I used to think being medicated would take my creativity away. Similarly, I used to think that I needed to be stoned to be creative.
But here I am. Sober, with my mental illnesses properly medicated, and I’ve written 140 pages of my book. Which is 140 pages more than I wrote when I was unmedicated or when I was stoned.
Sometimes I don’t realize how much progress I’ve made as a human until it punches me in the face on a random windy evening.