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Commander Baby

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I post memes periodically and I like star trek
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I’m pretending all the time to be, kinder, stronger, funnier, more sociable than I am. I guess we’re all like that but it just feels so inadequate.

What’s the difference?

I know it sounds flippant but… certain things are fundamentally performative.  And other things are so close as makes no difference.

Kindness is performative.  Actions are kind, and people are kind by performing those actions.  You can’t “pretend” to be kinder than you are, you can only perform kindness or not perform kindness, and choosing to perform kindness is always worthwhile, no matter how much you may second-guess your motivations.

Strength is so many things.  It takes strength to pretend a strength you don’t feel.  And the way to achieve strength is to exercise it, so long as you do it in enough moderation to not strain or break anything.  Being able to affect strength when necessary while being able to put it down again when that in turn is necessary is healthy.  Everyone starts weight training with the littlest weights.  It’s not fake or pretending to do what you gotta do in any given situation.

Funniness lives in the interlocutor, not in the speaker.  It doesn’t matter how funny you think you are (or think you are pretending to be) - that’s not how it’s measured.  At what point are you “pretending” to be a musician if the music still gets made?  And often what it’s tempting to describe in first person as “pretending” is more accurately described in the third person as “practicing” - which is of course the way you cause things to Be.

Sociability is also performative.  Pretending to be sociable is just…being sociable, despite a disinclination towards it.  It’s making an effort towards something you value.  So long as the effort is not so great that it backfires into resentment, there’s no practical difference.  

Qualities or activities or whatever are no less worthy because you have to actively choose to perform them.  If anything, the worthiness lies in the act of choosing.  It’s not “pretending” - it’s agency.

tl;dr: ain’t nothing wrong with “fake it till you make it.”  A plastic spoon* holds just as much soup as a “real” one

* I keep wanting to talk about semantic domains!  Artifacts are defined by their utility, whereas living things are defined by their identity.  So plastic forks are still forks, but plastic flowers aren’t flowers.  So there’s two pep-talk messages to take away from this: (1) for certain things, the distinction between “fake” and “real” isn’t a relevant one so long as they still get the job done, and (2) the purpose of a living thing is to be the thing that it is.  The idea of a “useless person” is as semantically nonsensical as the idea of “pretend kindness” (or fake cutlery).

I love this post. It illustrates what I think is maybe the key difference between a developing self-identity and a formed self-identity, which is, like…confidence? If you are BEING kind, consistently, if you are prioritizing that over your own comfort or fatigue or even, occasionally, your emotional inclination (because OH MY GOD FUCK THIS GUY, I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE–uuughhh, but no, I’m not gonna lash out at him, that won’t accomplish anything, and besides, he’s probably had a bad day, he’s under a lot of stress, I don’t have to be an asshole about this…), guess what? That makes you kind. That is literally what kindness is. Same for patience, same for strength, same for all of this stuff. You got it. You’re doing it. You’re not faking anything. Stop second-guessing yourself and cutting yourself down. Give yourself enough credit to look at your actions and confidently assert to yourself that you are no longer just making things up as you go. 

miss depression: *releases me for a quarter of a second*

me: wow. i feel so goo–

depression: Time’s Up Bitch.

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does anyone else follow people who don’t even have the same interests as you, but you’ve followed them for years and you can’t imagine unfollowing them?

it’s like, no that’s joan the dolphin lover? she’s practically your neighbor on this website? you’ve never talked, you’re not even mutuals, but damn she loves dolphins. And every time you see her on your dash, you’re just like, oh wonderful, joan’s still alive, just doing her thing. she’s getting into golden age russian cat literature, good for her!

this person doesn’t even know they’ve been on your dash through the ups and downs of your life.  Their presence and cactus obsession is just something kind of familiar and almost comforting to you?

I'm so close to reaching the point where I just give up. Like, I become a martyr for my own existential problems and just live a mediocre life, because it's easier. It's easier to never amount to anything than it is to fight every moment for a sense of importance. My breakdowns used to be months in between, but I've had three or four in the last two months because I want to be someone so badly! I want friends, and I want responsibility, I want to be needed! And it seems like everyone else has that but me! So I figure that since most people aren't spiraling down a pit of mental illness over their place in this world, that it's because they've accepted their lot in life or found fulfillment in what they have. I don't need a big salary or anything crazy, I just want to wake up and know that I'm needed somewhere that feels important. I want to be more than a sales associate at the mall. But I'm not skinny enough or smart enough or cool enough or savvy enough or strong enough or nice enough to become anything. Any idea I come up with is laughable, because I'm not qualified to be anyone. I have no potential. I wish so much that I was happy with who I am and what I'm capable of, but I'm not. I'm sick of me. I hate me, and I hate how useless I am. So I'm just... done trying now. I'm done. I'm not trying to be anything anymore. And I'll be fine, eventually. I'll figure it out. I'm too crazy to be too important anyway.

stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.

Hi friends so basically I hit a point where I'm not using tumblr because life is busy and my interests are evolving like a normal human bean and it's hard for tumblr to evolve with me if that makes sense?? Like I'll keep posting random funny shit like every two weeks but don't feel obligated to follow me or anything lol I use this blog for browsing memes mostly now!! ANYWAY, I'm not really postin here much, so if you wanted to keep in touch (which I'm sure is none of you lol) follow my Instagram @ejmagon!!!!! Its private cuz irl people were scamming on me so just send an invite if you want! Ok thank you friends!!

🌼life is miserable and I have no control over any aspect of it and I hate all of my current options but im trying hard to stay positive and believe there is a purpose to all of this suffering guys🌼

The boyfriend of a girl I hardly know died today. He was hit by a drunk driver and died instantly. Like I said, I don't know her, so I can't say anything without looking nosy or weird. We went to the same high school, different grades, then went to the same college for a year. We like each other's pictures on Instagram but aren't even friends on Facebook. I didn't know him at all, but he seemed nice and well liked. They were together for 3 years, and it always made me smile to see how in love they looked; their happiness was palpable. She was always a very nice and upbeat person, extremely beautiful and admirable. I've cried for her all day though, and I'm crying now, because I can't even fathom the pain she is going through. My heart has just been so broken since I heard the news this morning. I feel for everyone involved, but the idea of having your other half torn from you in an instant, no rhyme or reason, has really hit home for me. It's terrifying. I just feel so sorry for her that it hurts. I won't ever say anything, but my whole heart goes out to her in this dark hour. I hope the universe keeps her safe tonight.