This is pretty much me at any meeting I’m ever in. I don’t know why I’m ever trusted with taking down minutes. 

This is one of those videos that I sit through and laugh at and then at the end I can’t decide if it makes me hate humanity or love it.

I mean on one hand, were it not for these folks who so desperately want to be a part of something, I would not have gotten such a good laugh but on the other hand people like this exist. Not only are these people out there living and breathing but these people are out there DRIVING CARS and are likely going to school to become teachers or some sort of corporate professional. These are the people who will be running our society. These people will not only believe anything but will happily pretend to be knowledgable in these things they don’t even know exists (I’m going to save my sudden “it’s just like religion” lightbulb moment for myself) for the sake of sounding like they’re in the know. 

Why? 

robsheridan:

Jimmy Kimmel trolls Coachella hipsters by asking them about bands that don’t exist.

Dance Par-tay Thursday at my desk: ‘Get yo ‘ish done gurl’ tunes!

(Source: Spotify)

It’s sort of hard to believe that it’s been three years, THREE years since my father passed away. How is that even possible? 

I had a brief exchange with someone recently about the phrase “things will get better,” and how people always say that in moments of loss and I don’t agree. I don’t think things “get better,” I think you adapt. My life today is not better just because time has passed since my father died; I’ve merely gotten used to not having him around. I am merely used to not being able to just pick up the phone or show up on his doorstep only to talk about nothing and usually end up watching that crazy Japanese obstacle course show and eating too many honey roasted peanuts. I’m just used to it. I don’t miss him any less today than I did the very second he took his last breath, I would still do anything to relive the time I had with him (and to have been less of a shitty teenager).

I wouldn’t even say that I’m a better person because he died, I’d say I’m a stronger person but not better. I’ve grown up, I see the world so differently; my priorities are grossly different and the scale I measure what’s worth being upset about is tipped. “There are worse things.” I suppose in a sort of twisted way, coping with my father’s death has somehow made me more of an optimist. I have overcome the worst thing I could have gone through, THE thing I was always afraid of. It’s done and I didn’t end up in the looney bin like I thought I would. This universe could throw anything at me at this point and I know I’ll be able to tackle and overcome it. 

It’s still not easy, I’m still blindsided by just how much I miss him all of the time. Simple things will remind me of him and just like that I feel my world crumble like it did three years ago. 

Three years ago. 

Everybody says that time heals everything, but what of the wretched hollow? The endless in between? Are we just going to wait it out?” 

I hope I’ve made him proud. 

This kid gets it.

Happiness and your life is what you make of it folks, it’s not in your possessions, social status, job title or in who you’re with, it has everything to do with YOU. It’s a self responsibility that I think a lot of people are reluctant to take, when you can’t place blame on someone or something else I think a lot of people get uneasy.

Side rant:
Placing blame is, in my opinion, one of the biggest problems in American culture. You see blame being placed in our food culture, the way we handle media and censorship, the way people raise (or don’t raise) their children, and simply just the way people approach their perception of a lack in happiness.
/end

Take a second to just be appreciative and to remember that goals are met when you put in the work and ultimately get what you deserve; be in the moment and be kind, humble and generous.

It’s all falling apart! 

I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!
You did it to me first!
I can’t believe you did this to me.

Okay, so this makes sense to me. Most everything else about love I don’t really understand but this, THIS I get. Bring it down to theories, mathematics and/or science and I’ll get it. Emotions and where they come from and why sometimes one can seemingly not keep them at bay, that’s something else entirely. 

I think I’m a robot.

*beep boop beep* 

psychology2010:

Sternberg’s Love Theory 

The triangular theory of love is a theory of love developed by psychologist Robert Sternberg. In the context of interpersonal relationships, ‘the three components of love, according to the triangular theory, are an intimacy component, a passion component, and a decision/commitment component’.

Intimacy – Which encompasses feelings of attachment, closeness, connectedness, and bondedness.
Passion – Which encompasses drives connected to both limerence and sexual attraction.
Commitment – Which encompasses, in the short term, the decision to remain with another, and in the long term, the shared achievements and plans made with that other.

(Source: psychology2010)

Fiona Fucking Apple | Werewolf

And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound a compound 
But I’m a chemical, too, inevitable you and me would mix 
And I could liken you to a lot of things but I always come around 
‘Cause in the end I’m a sensible girl, I know the fiction of the fix 

I have a tremendous amount of adoration for this woman. Ugh. SO GOOD.

*chuckles* Get it? Get it?