#frustration
The little green dragon had a fearsome expression on its face, as it was feeling both perplexed and frustrated. It could not understand why the flowers in the box had changed colour and shape, for when it had first seen them they had looked entirely different. It had little understanding of Nature, despite being a most remarkable natural phenomenon itself, and as botany was rarely studied in the dragon’s arid homeland of faraway Patadragonia, the funny wee creature knew nothing at all about the cultivation and lifecycles of flowering plants.
And it was greatly frustrated as well… When Algy pointed with delight to some beautiful blue hyacinths in the centre of the box, the little green dragon simply frowned, for try as it might, it simply could not glow in that colour. It was happiest glowing in varying hues of green, orange or red, and it could manage yellow reasonably well, as least for a short period of time - or even a reddish kind of purple if absolutely necessary - but blue was the one colour which completely defied it.
It sighed a loud and heartfelt little-green-dragonish sigh, disturbing a large bumblebee which was happily inspecting the fragrant blue hyacinth, and as the bee buzzed away to find other attractive flowers, the dragon followed it with a resentful eye.
Algy laughed, and tried to comfort his friend. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “We can’t always glow in the all the colours we want to! Look at me… I can’t even glow at all! I’m just fluffy. Don’t try to combat Nature - just enjoy the flowers!”
“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
[Algy is quoting the poem Nature is what we see by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]
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When I’m alone I can’t orgasm without my wand, and Daddy has made me leave the wand at his house until he gets back (12 MORE DAYS) and I haven’t been seeing anyone else so I’m just left getting more and more frustrated and drippy and I can barely sit still.
Today I spent an hour watching videos of other girls cumming with their hitachis and wishing I was them. Pathetic.
I really liked the idea of using the “pre-sex” pics from some of the Tonight’s Girlfriend material as fodder for the follies of a guy who locked himself in a Cyberlok, and then accidentally gave the control over to a prostitute.
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Blindness falls on the children of the privileged. They come up and up and up and learn to replace themselves but not to better their surroundings. What care would they need put in anything that is not themselves? What effort should they really exude? How could they really make a difference? Their each only one person. Each only one. One made of each ignoring the problems around them. One made…
We have come, and we do not mean to stop. We are here and we do not mean to effect the world as we do. This is it. It all comes to a point where no one, not the cleaver, not the bold. No one can stop the unyielding force that is our next step. The progress of progression is programed to step, step, step its way through existence until the abolition of all life. All needless life. The life that is…
- when you get someone’s pronouns right, don’t pat yourself on the back.
- when you get them wrong, don’t give a list of excuses. just say sorry, correct yourself, and move on! trust me, handling it this way is better for everyone.
- if someone gets your family member/friend’s pronouns wrong, only correct them if it’s a safe environment.
- people get frustrated when they are constantly misgendered. don’t blame trans people for being upset about this, especially if you’re the one who misgendered them.
- correcting people when they misgender you can be tiring. just because someone doesn’t correct you, doesn’t mean you’re right or that they don’t mind.
- people introduce their pronouns in different ways. sometimes it’s direct, like saying your name and pronouns. other times it’s through conversation, implying, or correcting. if you aren’t sure, ask when possible!
- nobody cares if the person was being mean to you. that doesn’t mean you can misgender them. use peoples pronouns.
THESE ARE SO IMPORTANT
When you are corrected, don’t take it as an attack. It is a reminder, the person is helping you and leading you in the right direction gently. Be thankful and move on.
That mood when you start a new WIP and get to developing the characters, and you write like three things and suddenly realize that this beautiful new dude you just made is gonna have to die.
dappled sunlight dances through my front door
it’s so brightly colored i falter
in my steps towards the kitchen
the door is wide open even if i remember
slamming it shut just the day before
the hinges rattling against the frame
so sharply it felt like my body
would fall apart along with it
it feels like every joke
that fell flat between us;
every off-bitten curse to hide our frustrations;
every laugh we forced through our perfect lips
i stare at the gold dripping into
the entrance of my house, the copper
traipsing the same path as stubborn vines
you are very easy to forgive
even if forgiveness sits sour
on the tip of my tongue
my parents set me down once,
looked me in the eye and told me,
in halting breaths, to do my best.
In everything, they said, and spread
their arms so wide, i thought
their palms could encompass the
world, their backs could carry the
sky, their fingers could touch the
stars. what they didn’t tell me
was that not everyone’s parents
told them the same thing.
and in the end, i’m the one stuck with the sky on my back
I know so many fellas who want to use Viagra or Cialis with Me. I don’t really see why, because they’re not likely to be given the chance to use their penis as a penetrating tool, honestly. But this sounds fun…
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spiders-photos replied to your post: Oh…one more thing.
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Yeah, I’ve heard lots of great things about it (some of them from you) and I’m sure it will be fantastic…if the damn thing ever decides to download O.o
It’s just so pathetic how some adults are so childish. You would think when you reach a certain age, you would be wiser. I do not have time for games. At the same time, it can be amusing and it makes me laugh. I do believe they may have a rude awakening.
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https://www.channelnewsasia.com/commentary/video-bad-driving-car-accident-traffic-police-2289736
WHY WE CAN’T SEEM TO LOOK AWAY [FROM BAD DRIVING]
Psychologists attribute this fascination to “negativity bias”. Evolutionarily, our ancestors survived by paying attention to negative information, such as whether a strange new animal is a threat.
Today, we still spend more time and mental energy when looking at negative stimuli. Laboratory studies show we tend to learn better when punished than when rewarded. In decision-making, even when the intensity of information is equal, negative information has a greater influence than positive information on our judgements.
In other words, we are hardwired to pay more attention to bad driving. We can’t look away because such videos meet our psychological needs.
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DISPLACING OUR FRUSTRATIONS ON BAD DRIVERS
Unfortunately, research suggests that venting is ineffective and may even reinforce the initial anger and frustration.
This brings up more concerns. Our perspective tends to narrow if our indignations are reinforced and biases confirmed. We interpret the same information differently and are more sensitive to negative information. We become more attuned to and are more likely to seek out evidence for bad driving.
We perceive driving in Singapore more negatively and judge it to be more unsafe than it actually is - because memories of bad driving are more readily accessible.
LEARNING TO WITHHOLD JUDGEMENT
What can we do to avoid going down this rabbit hole?
We can look at Noble Laureate Daniel Kahneman’s characterisation of how our brain works in two systems: Type 1 thinking – fast and automatic, and Type 2 thinking – deliberate and effortful.
When we rush to comment on a video or publicly shame someone on social media, we often engage in Type 1 fast thinking and intuitive decision making. The key is to guard against this trigger-happy instinct.
Instead, let’s pause, withhold immediate judgement and try Type 2 thinking. Were there environmental factors that we haven’t considered? Does the video show the full story of the incident? Is what we watch truly representative of our full driving experience or just another eye-catching entertaining clip we can shake our head at after an uneventful drive home?
Although we have a negativity bias, the documented transformational effects of positive acts and thoughts can be powerful.
Just as venting can lead to a downward spiral, acts of graciousness and considerate driving can lead to a virtuous cycle…
There’s a lot of misunderstandings and assumptions about me I’m sure. I only hear some of them every once in while. This blog is for mostly spilling my thoughts though, it’s not meant to please everyone nor show who I am entirely. Only those who get to know me will ever see who I am.
Yes, I want someone, but I don’t want just anyone. It’s not that I think I’m terrible or undeserving of love, it’s just that I can’t find the right person. I’d be perfectly happy with someone who was like me also, because I do like who I am. Not in a conceited way, but in a general way. It also doesn’t mean I’m not fine being alone. If I just wanted anyone at all, then I’d be with someone. But I respect myself enough to look for someone who’s right for me.
Part of why I write what I do on here is for getting my frustration out in writing. Sometimes it probably doesn’t come across the best way, but that’s how raw feelings and emotions are. Not many people do it publicly, or at all maybe, but I do it also for people to see my raw thoughts/feelings. To make them not feel alone if they feel the same. Maybe they’ll relate to the same feelings and maybe make it easier to connect. I mainly do it for myself though, and I don’t expect anyone to fully understand.
I’m also a very giving person, so I hope that I don’t come across as someone who always takes just because I ‘want’ love and a relationship. That’s not who I am. I’m there for people when I’m close to them, I give a lot and I love a lot. Everyone always wants something though (whether they say it or not), which is perfectly fine. It still needs to be a balance.
One post is just one little piece of who I am. It’s not always going to be the best parts of me. Nor do I expect that with others either. I like seeing/hearing raw thoughts, feelings, and emotions from others too though. It’s what makes us all human. We’re allowed to feel, to want things, and to show who we are.
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My dear were slow dancing in a burning room
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I’m conflicted.
I’m a feeder, through and through. Feedism, weight gain, and fat worship are the major aspects of my sexuality.
My partner isn’t into feedism whatsoever- mostly due to their very strict food restrictions due to allergies and illness, which means eating just isn’t a joyful experience.
They’ve recently gained a significant amount of weight in a short amount of time, as they’ve gained 1/3 of their (already very high) starting weight at this point. Clothes strain against their body, or pop and tear at the seams. Their footsteps shake the house. Their cheeks and double chin are so hot that get turned just watching them speak. Their arms are so soft and supple that I get turned on watching them gesture or reach for something. I just enjoy every once of their weight gain, and would happily welcome more.
They’re more or less indifferent to it- while they still mostly love their body as much as ever, they’re frustrated that they don’t fit into their old clothing, unless it’s extremely stretchy.
While I find myself turned on by my partners weight gain beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, I desperately wish they could enjoy it as much as I do. Food just isn’t a joyful thing for them, so their weight gain is happenstantial.
I feel a lot of dissonance- I feel guilty being so turned on by something they feel nothing for. But, I also can’t just not engage with the dominant aspect of my sexuality, when every physical attribute of theirs turns me on- especially as they continue to gain weight.
I’ve been looking at a lot of feedism blogs/porn and being incredibly turned on from it recently. But I’m so self conscious about gaining weight. Half of me wants to be 200 pounds, and half of me is horrified of being over 130. Family members point it out when I’ve started to gain, and it shamed me into starving myself. I hope someday I won’t have such an anxiety about restricting my diet and can eat what I want, as much as I want, having my clothes become too tight, and feeling my weight as I walk and move around
Your character is so exhausted that they just cry.
