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“We all go forward, with a presumption of good faith in our fellow citizens—because that presumption of good faith is essential to a vibrant and functioning democracy. That’s how this country has moved forward for 240 years. It’s how we’ve pushed boundaries and promoted freedom around the world. That’s how we’ve expanded the rights of our founding to reach all of our citizens. It’s how we have come this far.” —President Obama speaking today in the Rose Garden on bringing our country together after the election: go.wh.gov/WJ48yw
How to become a good student (again) 3: Yearn for friendship - not worship; not debasement
Hello, fellow ex-good student!
‘tis done! This beast just got longer and longer, so I decided to cut it down a bit for the sake of readability. But let me know if there’s something that was too vague - the nuance might have got lost in the editing process.
Alright, let’s get down to business (to defeat! The Huns!)! So, if you’re an ex-good student, I’m pretty sure that you know this static in your head, right?Whenever you really need to do something but you just can’t get up and do it, so you keep procrastinating even though you hate it and keep scrolling and scrolling or gaming and gaming and feel more and more guilty?
Well, it might not be the most immediate analogy, but for this post I want you to consider that what connects you and your subject of study is essentially a relationship and that this static is (among other things) an indicator of how screwed up your relationship is. Just like with real people, your relationships with subjects can either
prosper and bear fruit (me & Creative Writing)
become cold and distant (me & French)
or, worst of all, turn sour and actively harmful. (me & PE, back in school)
Now, nobody likes to hear that they’re relationship-ing wrong. And it is true that different approaches work for different people. But here are the counter-productive relationships that I’ve personally ended up in and I’m gonna show you how I got into and out of them, so you can try to do the same. Maybe it’ll help you lift that static from your head.
Side-Note: Always remember that, since your subjects are just that (subjects), and not real people, you are the only one who can actually mend these relationships and, conversely, you are the one who screwed them up in the first place (probably with good intentions, though).
The desire to do everything, perfectly, at the same time, right now. Not to limit yourself to just one field of study, but to master them all, to reign supreme above knowledge, to keep your mind wide open to new possibilities, similarities and contradictions. You overvalue your own capacities and undervalue the needs and difficulties of your subject. (also refer to the first post for this)
How did you get here?
(read picture from right to left)
So. Many. Possible. Reasons.
it’s a cage. The idea of doing just one thing for the rest of your life scares you and you feel imprisoned at the thought of it
you know that you could be outstanding if you applied yourself
you know that you could be even more outstanding if you became accomplished in multiple fields
you want to find connections between fields nobody’s ever considered before
you feel like you’ve wasted your last few years and need to catch up to others
you’re afraid that you’re not good enough
you’re afraid of being ignorant
No matter the reason (I’ve gone through them all), people caught in this state of mind shovel more and more onto their plate. And then wonder why they can’t swallow it all.
What do you think you’re doing?
A labour of love, most likely. You think you love languages and sciences and athletics and programming and cooking and hanging out with friends and being alone and so you just want to do it all! You don’t want to limit yourself! You don’t want to lose any time! But there’s just so much and you have so little energy and ugh, if only I wasn’t destined for greatness, then I could relax like other little people, but no, I need to keep pushing! In every! Direction! At the same! Time!
I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend who gets up at 6am, watches the sun rise, does yoga, eats a healthy breakfast, goes for a quick run, comes back home, answers all correspondence, is artistic for a few hours, then scientific for a few hours, then social for a few hours and ends the day with tiny masterpieces in each area, goes out with friends or family to grab a healthy dinner and goes to sleep, happy and balanced :)
Well, you know what, my starry-eyed friend?
What are you actually doing?
You’re the mental equivalent of a social butterfly. You’re being fucking disrespectful.
You’re always on the run and never able to really commit to anything, because you’ve already scheduled something else afterwards. You’re shallow, deluded, that one friend that always comes in running, screaming “Besties ~ ♥” and everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats and smiles a painful smile and humours you, because they know you mean well, but they also know that you know nothing about them. You’ve never been there for them ever, but always expect them to be there for you. Whenever they want to talk about themselves, you nod and then proceed to about yourself and your plans and “ohmygosh, this is so nice, we need to meet more often ~ ♥ “. But at least you mean well, so they’ve agreed to keep it simple and on the “The weather is nice today”-level with you.
But here you are, wondering why you’re not making any progress. Mysterious.
So what do I do?
Well, you need to go from this:
How? More on that below.
2) Undereager Debasement
What is it?
This stage is what happens when you notice that your lofty ideals from Overeager Debasement cannot be fulfilled. You turn bitter, hateful, cold. You think you’re a failure, you think you were too soft. Instead of wanting to be friends with everyone, you now want to rule over everyone, fuck what they want.
You’re burnt out. You’re done. You just want to get through these stupid classes and catch a goddamn break, goddamnit.
And you WILL get through. You’re too proud to do anything else. But you don’t really care about any of it. You just want to make it.
How did you get here?
If you were a good student, you probably heard at some point or another that you were “different” and that your complex and mysterious ways were not understandable and definitely not achievable for your average classmate.
Most people who tell you this mean well. A few want to make fun of you, but most actually do mean it as a compliment. But they don’t know how dangerous it is to hear it again and again, because regardless of whether it’s true or not, you start to believe it. You start to believe that somehow, you have a higher calling, a higher standard. And you start to long for that day when your high standards will be met - when you will go to that one mysterious class where everyone is just as eager as you are, where the “Oh, captain, my captain!”-teacher will spark a fire in your brain that will never go out and when your ominous “gifts” can finally be put to good use for the prosperous future of mankind.
And you work.
And the class never comes.
You feel the weight on your shoulders when teachers talk of “high expectations”, you feel it crush you a little bit every time your friends tease you about your genuine fear that you might not get an A, that you might lose it all, that your “gifts” could disappear and you’ll be stranded and useless and you put in the hours, you work your ass off to keep that high standard, all in the hope of having that one miraculous class that never comes.
I realized that that class would never come when I entered university.
University, I’d told myself, would be my Arcadia, my Eden, my academic paradise where all my hard work would be rewarded! Instead, I only found more drudgery, more incompetent professors, more disinterested students and even more bureacracy. To say that I was “disappointed” would be putting it very lightly.
I became disoriented and disenchanted. I realized that I could get through most classes with half-assed effort, I was hardly ever challenged, I floated along and hated every second of it. I blamed my boring teachers, the imperfect system, the teachers who had given me hope only for me to watch it crash and go up in flames.
What do you think you’re doing?
Being badass, cool and detached, most likely.
You dream of yourself as a master and your subjects as slaves. They bow to your will, they dance to your tune, you command them with the snap of a finger.
“Look, you slave of the system”, you say, lying on a velvet sofa, “Look, at how it hardly takes any effort for me to pass these classes! Look at how I spend my time doing things I actually like and that are actually worth it, unlike these stupidly easy classes taught by stupidly incompetent professors in a stupidly screwed-up system! Look at me, being edgy and drowning in self-hatred because I can physically feel myself gliding off the rails that made me so “special” and becoming one of the average people in the masses, haha. Ha. Ha. Screw academia, but still give me good grades, amirite?”
I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend that never studies for classes, comes for three lectures per semester and still manages to get perfect grades because everything you do in school is, like, so five years ago. That one friend who has read all the classics in their spare time, has conquered and enslaved all the knowledge actually worth knowing, will quote obscure Polish philosophers you’ve never heard of and plays the piano with a perfect pitch. They’re the wisest, most culture-non-conforming people you know - they’ve been up until 5am, wandering the streets and drinking vodka from a bottle while forcefully pentrating the mysteries of the universe all by themselves until they finally fall asleep on a park bench and awake with an epiphany about Klein bottles. They’re “special”.
What are you actually doing?
Caring more about appearing “special” than actually trying to be “special”, that’s what you’re doing.
But, look, what made you so “special” and “different” in the first place was not a “calling” or “gifts” or the fact that you wrote good grades and were destined for greatness.
Here’s a handy chart I’ll use later - you were lucky enough to fall into the green zone, lucky enough to be born with an innate respect and a love for learning. That’s what made you “special”. That’s what made you succeed. Not pressure, not warped ideals and certainly not the fear of failure.
But somewhere along the way you forgot that and only focussed on the results. You started to believe yourself to be so special that everybody else should cater to you. The fancy titles, the awe-struck looks, the “You’re so amazing”s and the “The genius of a decade”, the planned Nobel prize speech and the prestige, the dream others had lovingly created for you and you had slowly absorbed and warped as your own? It got to you. Hell, it got to me. And it became more important than learning itself. Somewhere along the way, you and I, we became an arrogant and lazy assholes.
You looked down on your easy courses and homework and instead of recognising how lucky you are, doing it in a minute and a half and then putting in the extra work on top to dig deeper and to maybe contribute something of value and fun, you threw it aside with a snide remark as beneath you. Of course it wasn’t fun. Of course it wasn’t challenging. You never even tried to make it either.
(And don’t get me wrong: I honestly do think that the education system as it is right now needs MAJOR reforms. But right now? It is what it is. And instead of making the best of it and doing what you once loved so much, you succumbed to societal pressures you found yourself unable to fulfill and said “meh”. You cared so much about the fame and the title that the relationship itself didn’t matter.)
But this isn’t the master-slave relationship you imagine it to be. It’s a trophy-friendship. Once upon a time, you got on really well with this person and other people loved your friendship. You fell in love with the ideal, with their connections, their money, their prestige, their name on a CV, and you stuck around just for that. You valiantly ignore the reality of the state of things between you two and take them out only when absolutely needed, only when things are this close to falling apart and so you keep walking a fine, fine line. Whenever a deadline approaches, you shower them with attention and love and, gingerly, they open up to you and you see a depth and complexity to them that astounds you and makes you think “Imagine! Imagine how much more I could have seen if only I’d started earlier?” But the moment the crisis has passed, you toss them aside once again.
Because this is enough to make your name. You may not remember much about these nights or about the person at all, but the only thing that counts is that it will fulfill your “special” prophecy and make you a legend, right?
Well, always remember this: (read picture from right to left)
You’re not “special” if you made it to university. You’re not “special” if you’ve made your name. It comes down to a simple choice: do you value appearances over integrity or the other way round? Do you dare to look like a fumbling idiot again when you start something new? Is the “appearing like an idiot”-part more important to you than the “learning/creating something new”-part? Have a think about it.
“Alright”, you’ll say, “Alright. I get it. So I’ll treat my “friends”/subjects with respect and integrity and I’ll take all the time and concentration I can bestow upon them, just as I would upon real friends. But do you want me to be like, uh - like…
What is it?
“…like one of those anime characters that lives only for their dream and gets up at like 6am, does the thing, talks about the thing, breathes the thing, goes to bed, dreams of the thing and then wakes up at 6am to do the thing?”
(Google: Did you mean Hinata Shouyou?
Yes, yes, I did, google.)
Well, no, I don’t want you to do that. See, that’s the other extreme and unless you’re an anime character, chances are that it won’t work out for you.
How did you get here?
Personally, I was caught in this trap for a loooooong time. Anime offered me a new way of relating to my passions that neither my family nor my school had ever shown me: unabashed obsession. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be obsessed. I wanted to give myself up to a higher ideal, something above human consciousness, something that would endure. I wanted to, well, get up at 6am, do the thing, talk about the thing, breathe the thing and so on - “the thing” in question being, of course, studying. I made elaborate plans, complicated lists, study-plans that shift on a daily basis and cover all grounds, I wanted to study for two hours before school, wanted to repeat lessons, wanted to give myself up to knowledge, made cool covers for my notebooks, made mock exams for my friends to use, planned to focus on each continent for a month and study it, planned to listen to one new composer each day, planned to go to the museum every week, planned to analyze Sherlock Holmes and think just like him, planned to - you get the idea.
I wanted to be like this:
What do you think you’re doing?
Being but a humble servant to the eternal workings of truth. Knowing thou art unworthy, yet suffering the perfection of study.
I wanted to go from 0 to 100, I wanted knowledge and wisdom to transform and deliver me, I wanted to feel enlightened, I wanted to feel my brain burning, pushing frontiers and breaking through to new horizons, I wanted to elevate myself to touch even the lowest levels of truth. I wanted to do something noble, something worthwhile, something that could never be critisized and would always be valued, something with eternal meaning that would echo through the ages and I wanted to be even the tiniest cog in the machinery of mind.
What are you actually doing?
Being, quite simply, an idiot.
This is one of my favourite quotes (David Wong):
“There are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.”
The same goes for studying. As shown above, studying won’t work out if you do not treat your subjects with respect. Conversely, studying also won’t work if you continue to idolize it as work beyond all work and reproach, as the only true calling, as the realm of the genii and by self-flagellating yourself and repeating “I’m but a humble servant in your kingdom of reason and will never reach where you are, but will spend all my time trying to reach you.”
Why? Because by saying “I’ll never reach you or be worthy of you”, you’ve already sealed your fate. Some students (no matter how well they actually perform) are stuck thinking that they are stupid and incapable of doing well. Others think that the trick is in the preparation and they undergo complicated rituals of finding exactly the right study spot, exactly the right study drink, exactly the right study time, etc. in the hope of channeling the connection between their godly subject and themselves, but it never turns out quite as glamorous as they’d hoped (once again, speaking from experience).
This is because you cannot force a true friendship if you think yourself unworthy of it. It will always be worship.
And why are you worshipping? Because it takes the pressure right off of you. This always annoyed me about some of my fellow students. They treated becoming a good student as this miraculous and unlikely event that only happens to the #blessed. I insisted that “no”, it could be done. “Yes”, it was hard work, but ultimately absolutely doable. But now that I’ve been in their shoes? I understand. Admitting that you could have done it anytime implies failure on your part for not having done it. By saying “Oh no, it is so very complex and divine and a lowly worm like me could never hope to crawl in its shadows”, you shift the focus away from yourself and onto the thing itself.
But this is a synthetic, manufactured relationship with a partner that does not even exist. It is, at its heart, a kyaa ~ I hope senpai notices me! (๑♡⌓♡๑) - kind of relationship. It’s idolizing not a person’s true character, but their appearance, their aesthetic and the values that they represent for you. It’s not really listening to what they’re saying, but warping their words so they fit into your perfect idea of them. Just, unlike with undereage debasement, you do not play pretend that everything’s fine and secretly hate the other person deep down - you honestly idolize them to heaven and back, so you could never possible reach them. You’re using them to fill in the holes in your own personality.
And that … just isn’t fun? I dunno about you, but treating studying as something that must be done perfectly with exactly the right pen and the perfect face-mask after the right smoothie and in the right lighting by a window overgrown with ivy and with perfect concentration from the first moment and unwavering, knightly passion and exact planning from 6am to bedtime all because I know deep down that I will not be able to fulfill these ideals and thus don’t have to feel bad about not reaching them just … isn’t for me. I don’t like my relationships to be all overstructured and “perfect” and high maintenance like that.
I want my friendships and my studying to be authentic. And that means that sometimes it’s messy and sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s quoting Keats while lying on the floor at 2am in the morning and chugging milk out of a carton, but it’s real. I truly do understand this longing to make studying look pretty and like a magical realm, because when you’re in the flow that’s really what it feels like. But the beauty comes along with the practice, not the other way round.
No, but honestly - what do I DO then?
Y’remember Hippogriffs from Harry Potter? That’s how I imagine my subjects. Approach them carefully, honestly, maintaining eye contact and as equals and they will respect you. This scene:
This scene is what I’m talking about. If you were in a worship-state, you would only admire them from afar, gushing over how beautiful they are, but sad that they would never deign to even look in your general direction. (think of all the subjects you thought would be way too difficult for you) If you were in a debasement-state, you’d either try to make friends with all the hippogriffs, hopping from one to the other and forming no bond with either or you’d “tsk” disdainfully and try to force them to obey you against their will. (*cough* Malfoy *cough*)
If, however, you’re in the green, there will be mutual respect between you and you will be able to fly.
So what does it mean to be in the green? It means not to do any of the above, obviously, so
take your time for and invest brainpower into each and every one of your subjects - be a good friend. Be there. Listen. Even if they have crazy ideas at 4am in the morning.
appreciate your subjects and know that they are more than the teacher who tries to get you to know them. Sometimes, some people just have a really shitty PR department (especially maths)
don’t think too much or too little of yourself. You can do amazing things, but that does not give you the license not to do amazing things anymore, rest on your laurels and expect others to applaud you for it.
some relationships take longer than others to build, but getting to understand someone who puzzled you from the first moment and challenged your beliefs will improve your own personality as well (side-eye at PE. Yes, I love you now, you crazy athletic bastard)
do it for the sake of the relationship itself, because you enjoy their company. Results are presents which, although very much appreciated, should not be the main motivator to keep you going. This essentially means that you should think of studying as hanging out with a friend - already makes it seem so much more inviting and way less daunting, does it not?
(Logic and I, being saltmates. Real friends judge other people together)
be aware that all friendships go through rocky patches and some subjects might take a while to warm up to you or you to them. But if you think that it’s worth it, then you gotta power through that. If you don’t think it’s worth it, you gotta be brave enough to say good-bye.
Look, what I’m actually saying is … be Souma Yukihira from Food Wars.
Food Wars is a crazy and at times pretty pervy manga/anime, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t also one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever consumed and if Souma isn’t one of the most admirable main characters I’ve ever encountered.
The relationship between him and cooking is filled with trust, love and equality. He trusts his cooking skills, because he knows that they have spent a long time together - cooking won’t let him down and he won’t ever let cooking down by stopping to look for ways to improve.
That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s always deadly serious - he loves to play around with cooking and to try ridiculous new things. He never forgets the joy that even the simplest form of cooking brings him.
There’s one great episode where he puts his life as a chef on the line and someone fearfully asks him what he’d do if he lost. He shrugs and says he could become a lawyer or a teacher or something. So while he loves cooking profoundly, he does not worship it and he knows that there are other relationships he could build up if he had to. He just …doesn’t want to, because cooking is his bff.
He loves to take on challenges to see how far he and cooking have come -
- and he takes challenges very seriously -
- but takes it even more seriously if he loses -
- and nonetheless knows that they are stronger for the challenges they have faced together.
So, yes, this is what it means to be in the green. Cherish your friendships, hang out together, be honest, funny, clever, curious and you.
You’ll be surprised at how much fun the two of you will have, now that all the pretensions and pressures are gone.
Just …hang out and have fun.
(and maybe watch Food Wars!, because damn, Souma is the MVP of my inspirational heroes)
Have a great day and I’ll see you in the next (and hopefully shorter) part 4 :)
How to become a good student (again) 1:
Slow down to speed up
Hello, fellow ex-good-student!
If you’re anything like me, you feel this immense pressure on your shoulders, yes? You want to be good, you want to succed, you want to know more, but somehow -… somehow it just ain’t enough to actually get you to do something? Until the very last minute, that is, when all the pressure comes rushing down like a waterfall?
Ah, or perhaps that stress has driven you over the edge and you have achieved the next stage: being so stressed that you’re oddly calm again and nothing really fazes you anymore? Perhaps you have cynically accepted that this is just who you are now? Perhaps you say:
But somehow you fail to say it proudly. Somehow you’re just really unhappy with the state of things, but feel like you don’t give enough of a fuck to really change anything? Yes? Well, then this is the post for you!
Let me start with three observations that are less obvious than you might think:
1) “Naturally” good students (NGS, so people, like you and me, who didn’t have to learn how to be good at school, but kinda slipped into it) are good thinkers.
2) Good thinkers like to think.
3) Good thinkers are trouble-shooters.
Got these three ideas lined up? Alright, let’s move on.
These two attitudes above, where do you think they come from? I’d argue it’s disillusionment.
See, when I got to uni, I thought it would be like school - just WAY better. That would mean professors who fit their programmes around me, personally, who help my mind become sharper by letting it battle against just the right problems and getting taught how to really get to the bottom of life, to face the really Big Ideas, the Final Problems, the Why is the universe the way it is?s. Instead, it turns out, uni is like summer holidays - just WAY worse. No one fits anything to you, personally, no one picks out just the right problems, no one connects subjects in just the way you’d like it. You’re thrown into a maelstrom of ideas and it’s up to you to do whatever the hell you’d like with them. You’re on your own, but not in the hero vs. bad guy-way, but it in the loner in a crowd-way.
You quickly realize, uni is just a slightly filtered version of life in all its random glory and sadness. And I think that any student, anywhere, can have this epiphany at any given moment. You don’t need uni to suddenly look life in the eye and be overwhelmed by how sublime, how overwhelmingly huge it is and to realize: There’s no end goal (we know of). Just loads of open ends. An overwhelming amount of open ends, really.
Now, what do I mean when I say that NGS (”naturally” good students) are trouble-shooters? I mean that we’re good at working well within systems. We like to be fed input, to take it apart, to analyze it and to see how you could perfect it even further. That’s why so many of us are drawn to video games or TV series or fictional worlds with their own reward system. We like to figure out patterns. That’s also why we were so good at school - school is a fairly easy system. Once you’ve seen through which lessons will be important for a test, once you notice how teachers stress certain things more than others, once you notice you really only need to pay attention in class and you’ll spare yourself so much trouble, once you notice that doing your homework actually does help, once you notice these few pillars of school, you’re set, man.
I’d like to compare this to thinking on two different levels: a life-level (where you actually do stuff) and a meta-level (where you think about doing the stuff). My preferred analogy for this is a cube.
Ideally, you first figure out the shape of the cube (meta-level) and, once you’re comfortably settled into the system, you work within it (life-level). I’d say that most people operate this way, but NGS are …a little obsessed with this. The basic idea is that the system must first be perfect (or perfectly understood) before it is implemented, so it runs smoothly. This is what I mean when I say we’re trouble-shooters. We detect the trouble ahead of time and pew, pew, pew. And, as I said, this works with video games. And books. And school. And subjects. But life? Life looks a little more like this:
No one’s (yet) succeeded to fit life into this box. “But”, a little voice inside you says, “But I can try!” (and another, more smug voice, says “And who’s to say I’m not the one to succeed anyway?”) And, well, I’ve got good news for you! You’ve already tried! That’s why you’re here. In limbo.
You and I both, we’ve tried to figure out the perfect recipe for life. We tried to figure out when to best get up, when to best go to sleep, what the perfect conditions for studying are, what best to study in the first place, what artsy pursuits to keep doing to flex creativity, but to also focus on practical things and how to figure out the whole family and friends-thing and schedule it somewhere in between and maybe write a book or two. You’ve tried to create the box. I’ve tried to create the box. We both failed. Let me show you a highly artistic representation of what your brain has looked like lately:
Okay, fine, I’ll invest a bit more time:
There, that’s your mind. Pulling in every single direction. Is it really a surprise that you’re not going anywhere? Y’know this meme?
Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ll have a whiny voice at the back of your head going “But picking fewer battles is defeat! I’m sure I’ll conquer it somehow!” Well, then, let me mindslap you with the cold, hard truth: No. What you’re doing right now, that’s defeat.
This is DEFEAT. You’re not going anywhere and you’re disrespecting yourself, your mind and the subjects you’re interacting with by spending a fraction of a thought on them. You’re just using them as stepping stones. They deserve better. You deserve better. That’s why you fail to say it proudly. You know that, at some point, you looked at the big, huge mess that is life, realized “I won’t figure this out” and said “Well, I’ll stop trying, I guess.”
I’ll talk more about this in my “Yearn for friendship”-post, but for now, the main take-away is:
You won’t be done with figuring out life any time soon.
So, don’t think “I want to be done with this.”
Think “I want to be doing this.”
Step out of the meta-level into the life-level. It’s okay not to perfectly understand life right now. You’ll figure it out.Trust me, you’ll figure it out. But only by doing things.
Because, see, NGS may be trouble-shooters, but the trouble-shooting isn’t the fun part. It’s the first step to entering a magical world with which you can interact, be it maths, or Middle Earth, or a birthday party. We like to think. And you’ve been depriving yourself of the fun of thinking by thinking you have to do it in a perfect way.
“But what if it’s not perfect?” “That’s okay. You’ll get better. And something imperfect that’s striving to be good is always better than nothing at all. Some things you figure out by doing.Life is one of those things. Imagine you’re in a dark street and you want to illuminate it. You can either miserably sit in darkness and try to figure out a way to turn on all lights at once, or you can start with one and let the sight of snowflakes or petals welling up underneath it give you strength for the next. Allow yourself little successes. Allow yourself to have fun with imperfect things. Make the first step. Let it give you strength for the next.”
“But what if I lose time?”
“Be patient. Life will literally last all your life. This is as much time as you’re ever gonna get. Allow yourself to take this time and to take it slow. Again: think not about getting it done, but about the joy of doing it. Time spent doing the thing you love is never lost time. Put the pressure of your shoulders. Trust me, if you take it slow, your brain will speed up because it has breathing room. Let me repeat this: If you take it slow your brain will speed up.
So, allow your brain to think like this:
(or at least like this:
Be patient. I cannot stress this enough. Be. Patient. Time is not your enemy that you have to outrace. Time is your partner, whom you have to trust. Time helps you to grow. Time helps you to understand. Time literally helps you to BE. For me, the phrase that really struck a chord with me somehow was “I will grow as my hair did”, because it a) shows how long it can take for tiny changes to become visible, and how b) they do become visible in the end.)
“But I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the meta-level! I don’t just want to blindly run into one direction!”
“I get you. So did I. So here’s what I did: I made a pact with myself. On the 25th of every month (because my birthday is on the 25th, but pick whichever day you like best), I ascend to the meta-level and critically assess my own situation. I exit the cube and check if I like what the cube looks like right now. No? Okay, time to introduce some big changes. Yes? Okay, carry on as before. I actually wrote down basic rules for what life in the cube looks like (when to do laundry, etc.), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it during the month and let me tell you, it works great. During the month, I just let my mind slice and dice away (I’ll talk more about the mind as a weapon in the next post) and once a month, I check if I like the results. For me, at least, it’s the perfect arrangement.
So, be patient. And watch Hyouka - it’s about this very struggle and the MC slowly realizes that, sometimes, it’s worth to spend energy, mind-power and time on certain things. Some things… just take time. And that’s okay.
Grow as your hair does.
(Here’s the masterpost for all the posts in this series: x)
I’m very sorry I’ve been quite busy lately, but I had to take the time to say thank you. This quick doodle does not do any of you justice. Every single one of you, your tags, your comments, your asks, everything, have been a massive support pillar in my life thus far.
This year has been full of ups and downs, many many stressful pitholes, all of which I have recovered from thanks to all of you. And many others, but all of you definitely played a major role in my life this year and I really, really wanted to just thank all of you.
REQUESTED: a love triangle scenario with Jaebum and Jinyoung
Jinyoung x Reader (you) x Jaebum
Word Count: 1950
note: requested by the lovely, @meepynixter! I got too carried away with writing this tbh and I’m so sorry if it’s really badly written haha! i’m honestly JJP trash because they’re both such good looking fellows. should there be a part two for this? let me know! happy reading and take care! -admin
You were sprawled out on bed, your clothes scattered around the floor as you stared up at the ceiling. You wondered how you got here in the first place. Closing your eyes, you tried to think about the events that happened last night. Party, alcohol, and a handsome man. Your eyes shot open as you turned your head to look at the person sleeping soundlessly beside you. His hair remained styled, brushed to the side, like how it was last night. Shirtless and striking handsome features spoke out to you. You widen your eyes in realization as you discovered who was right beside you.
Jaebum was a man who you met at a bar a few nights ago. He was a gentlemen and you two clicked instantly after the first meeting. You gave him his number and he gave you his. After the meeting at the bar, Jaebum and you started to meet up more frequently and it resulted in you falling for his charm. But after a night of a lovely dinner, Jaebum told you he didn’t date girls like you. And truly, it broke your heart. That night, you went over to Jinyoung’s house to cry about this situation. Jinyoung, being your best friend, comforted you by being a great listener. He told you that there were other guys who would treat you better than Jaebum. And you couldn’t be more grateful towards Jinyoung after he comforted you. But last night you were invited to a party by a friend and things happened that you didn’t expect it would.
You softly cursed under your breath as you tried to get out of bed without making a ruckus. Slowly picking up your clothes on the floor, you rushed to the bathroom and quickly got dressed so you could leave as soon as possible. Fixing your hair, you rushed down the stair to greet a lady with some clothes in hand from the dry cleaner.
“Who are you?” She asked as you stood there, trying to think of an answer.
“Who are you?” You fired back, realizing that you didn’t have anything to say as an excuse. So asking the same question back was a classic comeback anyone would do.
“I’m here to drop off dry cleaning for Jaebum.” The lady said, giving you a mean stare. You would have to admit that this lady was pretty. And you understood why Jaebum hired a lady like this to drop off his dry cleaning. For sexual reasons.
“Well, I’m just about to leave.” You stated, eyeing her down before running towards the door. You grabbed your shoes and rushed out the door to avoid that lady and Jaebum. You didn’t want to cause trouble and you certainly didn’t want to see Jaebum’s face. Although Jaebum was a good person, he was the one who rejected your love which broke your heart.
Waving down a taxi on the street, you gave the driver Jinyoung’s address and sat there in silence. You thought that talking to Jinyoung would make everything better, since you told him everything. Jinyoung was always there for you, no matter what happened. He was caring, kind, and handsome as well. But the thought of loving your best friend would just ruin the perfect relationship you had already.
After a while, the driver stopped in front of Jinyoung’s house. Paying the kind driver, you hopped off the car and walked up towards the front steps to move a flower pot to the side to find his spare key. Jinyoung always kept a spare key waiting outside for you incase you wanted to come over to his house and stay. You always used this key and entered his house without any warning. You two were close enough to let that happen anyways.
“Yah, Jinyoung! Where are you? Let’s go for lunch!” You yelled as you entered the house. Closing the door behind you, you noticed that the house seemed empty and quiet. You wandered around the first floor, setting your stuff down as you looked around for any signs of Jinyoung. Since you didn’t see him downstairs, you decided to find him upstairs. As you climbed up the stairs and started walking down the halls, you took a sharp turn and found yourself collided with a tall figure.
“(Y/N)?” Jinyoung raised his eyebrows in shock as he grabbed your waist to save you from falling. You looked up at him and widen your eyes at the sight in front of you.
Jinyoung’s hair was wet and brushed to the side with a single strand bent down, kind of giving off the James Dean vibes. He was half naked, a towel covered his lower half, indicating that he just took a shower. You couldn’t help but stare at his lean, toned body. You knew that he started working out awhile ago since he wanted to build his muscles. And you were completely satisfied with his hard work at the gym.
“Jinyoung.” You breathed out as you looked at his handsome face. You could feel your cheeks rise in color and your heart starting to beat fast. To be honest, you never felt this way before with Jinyoung. And you would have to admit, you were falling for him.
Jinyoung pulled you closer to his body as you laid your hands on his bare chest. His hands brushed your hair to your side to get a good look at your face. Then he slowly leaned down so that your lips were merely inches away from his. Your heart started to race and you didn’t want this feeling to stop. You were about to grab Jinyoung’s face to pull him down until, your phone from your back pocket started ringing.
Jinyoung immediately let you go as he stepped back, running his hands through his wet hair. You looked at him and bit your lips as you slightly wished that you turned your phone on silent. But Jinyoung looked at you and motioned you to pick up the phone as he let you standing in the hallway to get dressed.
“Hello?” You answered the phone.
“(Y/N).” A familiar voice answered back. You widen your eyes in shock as you heard this voice calling your name. You never thought that Jaebum would ever call you, after leaving you that night. But here he was, on the phone with you.
“Yes, this is (Y/N).” You said, anticipating on what he was going to say.
“Can we meet today? You left your wallet at my house so it’ll be best if I can give it to you.” Jaebum stated. You mentally facepalmed yourself, thinking that you had everything in your hands when you left his house but actually, leaving your wallet behind.
“Yeah sure. Just stop by my house anytime and drop it off.” You said, slightly rejecting his offer to meet. If he was dropping off your wallet, there was no point in meeting up. Since you weren’t his type of girl than why should you meet him.
“Sounds good.” And with that, Jaebum hung up the phone. You leaned against the wall and sighed to yourself. No matter how hard you tried to avoid Jaebum, he would always come back to your life. And whenever he did come back, you would catch feelings for him. Just a moment ago, you were about to kiss your best friend and now, you were trying to deal with your feelings for Jaebum. It was like you were stuck in a complicated love triangle.
“Hey, you said you wanted to go out for lunch right?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your thoughts. You turned your head to look at Jinyoung, whom was fully dressed, as he leaned against the wall.
“Yeah, but can we stop by my house first? I just need to grab something.” You said.
“How about I get some food at that place near your house and we can just chill at your house.” Jinyoung suggested, smiling brightly at you.
“Sure, why not.” You smiled back. Jinyoung led you down the stairs and out the door. You both entered his car and Jinyoung drove off to grab some lunch. Although the atmosphere was awkward, you would never forget how Jinyoung grabbed your waist and looked at you lovingly. It made your cheeks rise in color just by thinking of him. You shook your head as you started to think too much. Your feelings were overwhelming you and you wished that you didn’t have these two boys in your life. It was too much to handle.
“I’ll be back in around fifteen minutes with food. You do whatever you want in the meantime.” Jinyoung finally spoke up, breaking the silence in the air, as he stopped in front of your house.
“Can you buy ice cream too? I’m in need for an ice cream today.” You stated, hopping out of the car.
“Anything for the princess herself.” Jinyoung joked. You rolled your eyes at him since he always pulled out that princess card whenever you asked him for something. You closed the door behind you and watched Jinyoung drive off to pick up some food. You were about to enter your house when someone startled you out of nowhere.
“Your boyfriend?” A voice asked. You turned around to face Jaebum, looking fine with a leather jacket on, as you noticed him holding your wallet.
“No, he’s a friend.” You answered back, frozen at your spot. Jaebum flashed you his famous smirk before walking up towards you. He looked good just walking up your steps to come meet with you and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
“Friend or not, I think he sees you differently.” Jaebum grinned as he stood in front of you, sending at wink at your way.
“Give me my wallet.” You said, changing the subject. But Jaebum just brushed off your comment and moved forward towards you. You felt yourself moving backwards until you hit your back to your front door. Jaebum placed his hand beside your head, trapping you with his toned figure.
“Maybe I came by too late to call you mine.” Jaebum growled as he placed your wallet in the pocket of his leather jacket so that he could use his free hand to grab my waist.
“Jaebum.” You warned him. “You rejected my love weeks ago and now you’re here to claim that you want me?”
“Exactly my intentions, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked at you. “I can do so much more better than him.”
“I beg to differ.” You sassed before attempting to move away from his body. But his grip on your waist was too strong as he pushed you back against the door and tilted your head up to look at him with his fingers.
“Argue all you want,” Jaebum growled as he leaned in, “But he can’t satisfy you like I can. He definitely cannot treat you like I can and you know that.”
With that in mind, Jaebum leaned down to press his lips against yours. His mouth hot against yours as his hands moved down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You gasped against his mouth and he took this opportunity to stick his tongue in. With his mouth fighting for dominance with yours, he lifted you up against the door as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were getting sucked into his trance and charm and you couldn’t stop here. But in the back of your mind, you wanted to stop because of Jinyoung. Finally, Jaebum pulled away from your bruised lips and smirked at you.
“And he definitely cannot make you feel good like I can.”
The last lines of canon, from The Retired Colourman
A couple of days later my friend tossed across to me a copy of the biweekly North Surrey Observer. Under a series of flaming headlines, which began with “The Haven Horror” and ended with “Brilliant Police Investigation,” there was a packed column of print which gave the first consecutive account of the affair. The concluding paragraph is typical of the whole. It ran thus:
remarkable acumen by which Inspector MacKinnon deduced from the smell of paint
that some other smell, that of gas, for example, might be concealed; the bold deduction that the strong-room might also be the
death-chamber, and the subsequent inquiry which led to the discovery of the
bodies in a disused well, cleverly concealed by a dog-kennel, should live in the history of crime as a standing example of
the intelligence of our professional detectives.
Well, well, MacKinnon is a good fellow,” said
Holmes with a tolerant smile. “You can
file it in our archives, Watson. Someday
the true story may be told.”