i can’t vibe with anyone who thinks icarus was an ignorant idiot for flying too close to the sun. “oh i’d never do that i would have remembered my father’s warning and been fine”. do you seriously think that after years of imprisonment, feeling the sun on your face and the open air beneath your wings, you would be able to focus on anything but the joy of being alive and free? do you actually think that if you were given the opportunity to go where nobody has never been before, you wouldn’t want to push it to the limit? to dare to be the first to try what no one else has ever even thought possible? do you honestly think you’re too good for your own human nature? look me in the eyes and tell me if i strapped a pair of wings to your back that could take you wherever you wanted to go whenever you pleased that you’d be careful and sensible about it. you are not better than icarus just because you have the benefit of his example.
The OBSESSION with identity is so crazy like the view that when you do something it immediately becomes part of your identity and all the parts of you have to click together to become “person who wakes up early” or “person who reads” no you can literally just do something without restructuring your whole performance of personhood around it. I don’t know what to tell you except that you will never be able to have an entirely unfractured view of yourself or that you will be able to rationalize all the complex parts of yourself into the phrase “person who x” like you should just be doing things without performing them. Or aestheticizing them. Just try different things on and keep what works for you. Otherwise you will never learn and grow!
Black silk boots with floral embroidery. Jean-Louis François Pinet, 1880s. Pinet’s footwear was famous for its extravagant embroidery, elegant styling and delicate ‘Pinet’ heel. (Bata Shoe Museum)
literally it is fine to not like beer but you just come across as having whiney little baby syndrome and/or the granddaughters of the witches you couldn’t burn disorder by constantly talking about how it’s yunky pee water. come with me. we’re going to drink modelos by the lake. shh. look at the stars. bitch.
me standing in the living room: this room does not look…. straight
the room:
i’m pretty sure there is not a single straight line in this apartment btw like even my front door is at an angle
Hey OP, do you live in a funhouse?
well i am a clown so
in its defence i am like… 85%? sure the floor is level.
i make no such claims about the ceiling but it’s hard to tell bc they’re 2m90 / 9ft 6 high and i am so very far away from them
sat on the toilet like. oh yeah. there are zero straight lines in here
lads i’ll not lie. rendering my living room to scale is……… not better
standards have dropped so low that i just said the walk in cupboard was straight bc the right wall is only 2cm longer than the left and the back only 3cm longer than the front
99% sure this is the straightest part of the whole flat and it’s a cupboard
measuring everything in here so i can render it properly to plan furniture and my god there are so many angles
so far of the forty (40) angles ive measured… 2 of them are actual right angles
i still have 2 rooms to go
a grand total of 3 right angles exist in this apartment
i did have to do this plan AGAIn bc the blueprint software kept adjusting all the lengths and angles to try and make it make sense so i had to do every room separately and stitch them together the reality is somehow worse
there’s a man coming wednesday to do an energy efficiency report that involves taking the dimensions of the rooms and i am SO EXCITED to see bill’s soul leave his body
