A lot of my mental cycle around fitness this year has been, “Calisthenics looks like a cool way to get strong, I wanna try beginner stuff. Wait, how many push ups do I gotta start with?? Oh fuck that.” Rinse and repeat every couple weeks.
Every time I see someone announce they’ve become a life coach, they’re always someone whose last couple years indicate they’re in no position to give advice.
The best type of reluctant hero is the one who is like, “I just wanna be normal!” And a mere second glance reveals this delusional fool has not only never been normal, but they couldn't be normal if their life depended on it.
So many people are like “give us more platonic, true friendly love in stories! We don’t need romance for a story to have fulfilling love!”
And I’m over here like, if nobody falls in love in this book then you’re wasting my fucking time.
I know my self-perception is a little off because I believe a wild animal would not attack me due to my chill vibes while simultaneously believing I could win a street fight due to pent up rage.
I told the 2nd librarian that I hadn’t finished my current book bc I keep stopping when the main character stresses me out and she was confused. Like, I’m attached to this person and I’m supposed to not care when they put themselves in danger just bc they’re fictional?? Heartless
Like, um, what do you mean you can’t read new books unless you’ve set aside time and energy to invest in new characters and worlds? And then you don’t read several books in a few days bc you can’t move on without closure?