@visakanv Your writing puts stuff into concrete words that I've only vaguely, uncomfortably felt at the periphery of my mind.
Your writing gives concrete shape and definition to my life's undefined but very real suffering.
To quote your wife: "what gets measured, gets managed."
Just do more.
You will adapt. Your body will adapt. Your mind will adapt.
You can just simply do more and figure it out along the way. Most things in life simply bend to the virtue of volume. Everything is learnable, you are adaptable and the universe is endlessly malleable.
@credealjunkie idk, this seems like the worst of all worlds. it's constantly reminding her of her lack of independence and also exposing / inculcating her to phone culture?
meu filho parou no meio do nada e veio me perguntar se aranha tinha pescoço.
tive que parar pra pesquisar e ficamos uns cinco minutos olhando foto de aranha. com o maior nível de concentração do mundo.
a resposta: não tem pescoço. a cabeça e o tórax são fundidos.
ele ficou todo alegrinho e voltou a brincar.
e eu fiquei pensando no quanto ele ainda acha que eu tenho resposta pra tudo.
e no quanto eu sou privilegida por ser onde ele busca respostas para as questões mirabolantes da vida
Around 1,950 years ago in Pompeii, a weaver named Successus fell in love with a barmaid named Iris.
She did not love him back.
We know this because his rival, a man named Severus, decided to humiliate him publicly. He grabbed something sharp and carved this into a wall for the whole city to read:
"Successus the weaver loves the innkeeper's slave girl named Iris. She does not care about him at all. But he begs her to have pity on him. His rival wrote this. Goodbye."
Imagine walking to work and seeing that with your name on it.
Successus found it. And instead of letting it go, he carved his reply directly underneath:
"Envious one, why do you get in the way? Yield to a man who is better looking and being treated very unfairly."
Severus came back one more time to end it:
"I have spoken. I have written. You love Iris, but she does not love you."
Then, in 79 AD, Vesuvius erupted and buried the wall, the tavern, and the entire argument under 20 feet of ash. The thread was frozen mid-beef for almost two millennia until archaeologists dug it up and translated it.
We will never know who got the girl. We do not even know if any of the three survived.
Pompeii has over 11,000 of these inscriptions. Bar reviews. Bragging. Bad poetry. A bakery wall that says "Welcome, hungry people." Two guys fighting over a girl in the comments.
The technology changes. We do not.
Around 1,950 years ago in Pompeii, a weaver named Successus fell in love with a barmaid named Iris.
She did not love him back.
We know this because his rival, a man named Severus, decided to humiliate him publicly. He grabbed something sharp and carved this into a wall for the whole city to read:
"Successus the weaver loves the innkeeper's slave girl named Iris. She does not care about him at all. But he begs her to have pity on him. His rival wrote this. Goodbye."
Imagine walking to work and seeing that with your name on it.
Successus found it. And instead of letting it go, he carved his reply directly underneath:
"Envious one, why do you get in the way? Yield to a man who is better looking and being treated very unfairly."
Severus came back one more time to end it:
"I have spoken. I have written. You love Iris, but she does not love you."
Then, in 79 AD, Vesuvius erupted and buried the wall, the tavern, and the entire argument under 20 feet of ash. The thread was frozen mid-beef for almost two millennia until archaeologists dug it up and translated it.
We will never know who got the girl. We do not even know if any of the three survived.
Pompeii has over 11,000 of these inscriptions. Bar reviews. Bragging. Bad poetry. A bakery wall that says "Welcome, hungry people." Two guys fighting over a girl in the comments.
The technology changes. We do not.
Recently my friend asked her adolescent son to find a nonstick pan in the kitchen, and he returned in despair after several minutes, saying, "They ALL have sticks."
i have had conversations with thousands of people at this point over the last 20 years about this particular problem, and observed how it played out for many of them. the answer to 'excess self-awareness' is to redirect your awareness beyond yourself. help people. volunteer. etc