Noun; A seemingly unwarranted panic attack that’s caused by one stray thought leading to another, all of which have higher levels of anxiety attached, respectively.
example: *looks at phone* ”why didn’t she text me back? Oh my god, did i say something wrong? what if she just hates me and never told me? Why would she tell me, I’m a fucking mess that probably no one likes. Oh fuck, what if nobody likes me? What if my friends all hate me and only put up with me because they’re good people? Am I just a horrible person? Can I even fix that? How do i stop being so broken? Is there even any fucking hope? Oh god, why!?” *and then curls up in the fetal position, sobbing hysterically in the middle of a store*
Respect is a funny thing. Respect, is something that everybody seems to be capable of demanding and expecting. But, it seems that while everyone has a right to get it, apparently people have the right to refuse to give it without any reason. Now, i’m not saying some people have lost the right to respect, I’m saying some people seem to have achieved a point where they can demand respect without giving any back.
Apparently, you can shout horrible things at people, and they have to listen to you because you have a Constitutional right. Never mind the fact that that right actually only entitles you to an opinion; and then gives me the right to ignore your opinion.
Apparently, you can tell people they aren’t worth as much as you, and “your opinion is valid and deserves respect”.
Apparently, you can shoot an unarmed person and claim self-defense. Apparently you can rape someone and say they wanted it. Apparently, you are the most important person in the world, because you have a Constitutional right. Apparently, not all of us have that same right. Apparently, not all of us have a right to live. Not all of us have that right to freedom. Not all of us have the simple privilege of walking down the street. And, when we make the mistake of thinking we can belong… They show us so quickly how wrong we are.
Respect is a funny thing.
I always thought respect was about treating others like they have feelings. I always thought respect was about not assuming anything. I used to think that respect meant you tried to empathize. I once hoped that respect was something you were expected to give to others before you demanded it for yourself.
Lately… I think Respect has become synonymous with Authority. Authority means your opinion must be heard and obeyed. Authority means you can act without forethought. Authority means you are right.
It didn’t used to. It used to mean responsibility…
So yeah… respect is a funny thing.
Neil DeGrasse Tyson Ruins Your Zombie Fantasies Forever - Video
Love this bit
He’s thought about it though. One of the greatest minds of our generation sat down one day and was like “wait, could zombies exist?” And then he did the science thing and was like “nah we’re good.”
Not to be that person who disagrees with Neil but…
there are some theories where a parasite or mutagenic virus does take hold of a body (somewhat like the Resident Evil 4 method, but less stupid), sends tendrils down the central nervous system, and literally does take over the musculature and nervous system of the host. Which means that many of our organs could fail to operate, and the body could continue to be mobile, so long as the sensitive areas (housed in the skull with the brain) remained intact.
Of course, rigor mortis would still take effect. Which means that the blood congeals and becomes a stiff jelly-like substance; and if you’ve ever tried to work with hydraulics that are gummed up, you know how difficult it can be to get them to move. AND, if you had a secondary mechanism to operate those hydraulics, they would move at a fairly inferior rate to previous capability (hence the shuffling, awkward walk).
What about the intention to eat and kill all non-zombies? Well, eating makes absolutely no sense, as Neil says. Your gastrointestinal tract, and ability to have hunger, is an incredibly dynamic and complex system that could never be replicated solely with electrical impulses applied by an outside source. MOTOR SKILLS, however, can be very easily manipulated. And as many organisms need to transmit via the exchange of fluids, biting is an incredibly effective manner of transmitting a disease or parasite.
So, Neil is 100% right. Zombies could never actually happen. But, a mutation of just a few pre-existing parasites that may end up replicating the traditional zombie symptoms? maybe; if evolution really hates the fuck out of us.
BREAKING: Here’s the tweet that could lead to a new grand jury in Ferguson, MO.
#Ferguson: @shaunking took screenshot of tweeter @thesusannichols who claims to know juror on #MikeBrown #DarrenWilson grand jury & appears to be receiving leaked information. King says that within seconds of posting this, her friends told her to delete it & she did but not before it was screenshotted. She has since deleted her entire account but King says they checked & she is indeed a #STL resident w/ years’ worth of tweets from there. “If true, her tweet not only reveals a leak in the grand jury, but gives us an ugly glimpse into how things have gone so far. This person who posted it on twitter & her contact on the grand jury must be fully & completely investigated & removed if it’s true.”-@shaunking
Y’all better reblog the fuck outta this post it on facebook, twitter, IG, myspace, friendster, everything get this information out
It had been a long day spent at the forge. Rika was tired, exhausted, sweaty, and frustrated. The last thing she needed was an argument.
But, teenagers have an excellent knack for giving their parents exactly what they don’t need. And Newt was no exception.
The half-finished shield was lying on the table, subtly reminding Erica of the acid burn that had scarred her arm. The hide of the dragon who’d torn into her had been tanned and was now stretched across the shield, promising to protect her from acid the next time; but it wouldn’t stop this from happening.
She’d heard her daughter walking up to the forge; she’d heard her sigh, and sit down; It was not promising to be an enjoyable conversation.
"I want to talk" Newt said flatly.
"Okay" Rika sighed, setting her tools aside, "what do you want to talk about?" She looked at her daughter. Newt had her arms crossed, and a stern look on her face.
"We need to talk about my being an adult"
"That’s an easy conversation, you’re not an adult" Rika looked right back at her.
"Ma, don’t you fucking give me that shit!" Newt stood up, visibly upset, "You left not only your family’s household, but your home country, when you were my age. Don’t tell me I’m not old enough to have my own life!"
Instead of getting up and yelling at her daughter, Erica just sighed and rubbed her temples.
"Newt," she said calmly, "that was a very different set of circumstances. I was escaping an abusive home, trying to find a better life for myself. I’d like to think you’re not feeling abused"
Newt was pacing. She was wringing her hands, pacing the floor, and muttering to herself.
"No, ma. I’m not abused. I love you, Auntie Tania, Uncle Evan… I love the house, and it’s a great place to live. It’s everything a kid could want, ma. But, I’m not a kid anymore"
"But, you’re not an adult, Newt. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but you’re not an adult yet. You’re still growing, you’re half-kin. Your body and mind won’t finish for at least four more years"
"It’s okay to say half-elf, ma" Newt shot her a snarky look, "And, sure, I might not be fully done… but I’m more than experienced enough to head out on my own! I’ve got the money, I’ve got the skills, and I know how to keep myself safe"
Erica finally stood, and looked her daughter in the eye. “I’m not concerned about your ability to buy a store, or your ability to protect yourself. I’m concerned by your lack of experience in running a store. I’m concerned that you may find yourself in over your head. I’m concerned that you’re going to pour yourself into something and it’s going to destroy you”
"But ma," Newt protested angrily, "I’m not going to get in over my head! I know enough about running a shop. I mean, you do it!"
"What’s that supposed to mean?" Rika raised an eyebrow.
"I mean that I’ve seen your books, I know how to watch supply and demand, it’s not that tough. I can handle running an Inn, ma!"
Rika picked up one of the knives, and casually turned it around in her palm.
"Ma! I can do this! Please, just believe in me" Newt had tears in her eyes.
Rika flung the knife and it sank into the wood of the door-frame.
"What in the nine hells of Baator makes you think I don’t believe in you!?" She yelled at her daughter, "I have faith in you Newt, I do! I know you can do fantastic things!"
"Then let me go, Ma!" Newt cried.
"Not here! Not yet! Not two-hundred miles away from home! Not where I’ll never see you again"
And, Newt stopped. She looked at her mother, shock in her eyes, and a look of understanding crossed her face. She walked over to her mother, and put an arm on her shoulder.
"Ma… you insane woman," Newt chuckled through tears, "Just because I want a life of my own, it doesn’t mean I’ll never see you again. I’m not going to live here, and I’m not going to be far away. Maybe a day or two for a journey. Not that far"
Erica hugged her daughter, and the two of them cried and laughed… and shared jokes, stories, worries, concerns, ideas, hopes, dreams, and company for the rest of the night. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
sometimes… I just don’t know.
Fucking riddle games though, man. Fuck the riddle game. it’s bullshit.