Driving is a necessity for many people, but it understandably can cause a lot of anxiety. The trick is to do whatever you need to to get enough practice under your belt until you see it’s really not that bad.
It’s okay to be anxious! Most people get uncomfortable butterflies when they first…
the truth is, she deserves the truth to spread like a wildfire virus, like the tendrils of the heaving beast of her misdeeds through the lips and ears of all her acquaintances; and while it is no responsibility of mine to take for having done so - if my personal lamentations and sighs and complaints about them have been taken so out of the context of private ruminations between myself and my dearest of friends in whom I seek comfort - as to having been used as gossip or fuel to the pyre of her glossy reputation - then I relish in having done so knowingly or otherwise. For sunlight is the best disinfectant, and she is infection itself. A spiritless hedonistic rat in a cage, raging against the very masters she feigns to serve. Telling people how and why to live their lives and violating every anarchic moral, every Taoist philosophy which guides my mere existence. And if I have the opportunity to point out a shining example of how not to be in her then I will and I feel that I have helped all to progress more spiritually and otherwise in having done so. Don’t seek comfort in drink and drugs. Don’t overeat. Don’t cheat on your fiancee. Don’t make out with men who have girlfriends. Don’t boss people around. Don’t cuss so much. Don’t tell people how to live their lives and they ought to do this that and the other while refusing to exercise, to drink water, to do yoga, to breathe and exist and meditate. That’s hypocrisy. That’s idle talk. That’s sin. Don’t fall in love with strangers and two weeks later decide they’re psychotic mistakes. Be planful of your life. Fill it with intent. The chaos is you. If the truth about you ruins your life…then perhaps you ought to change the truth about you, not try to oppress those who exercise their right to self expression by expressing the truth about you which you refuse to face or alter for the better when they’re just expressing themselves about the suffering you’ve caused.
“There isn’t a sharp line dividing humans from the rest of the animal kingdom. All the time, we find animals doing things that, in our arrogance, we thought was just human.”—Happy 80th birthday, Jane Goodall! (via currentsinbiology)
All children are born with emotional needs. These needs must be met by the adults in their life if they’re to grow into confident and independent adults. The acronym PARENTS summarises children’s needs (Protection, Acceptance, Recognition, Enforced limits, Nearness,…
“Actually, art and magic are pretty much synonymous. I would imagine that this all goes back to the phenomenon of representation, when, in our primordial past, some genius or other actually flirted upon the winning formula of “This means that.” Whether “this” was a voice or “that” was a mark upon a dry wall or “that” was a guttural sound, it was that moment of representation. That actually transformed us from what we were into what we would be. It gave us the possibility, all of a sudden, of language. And when you have language, you can describe pictorially or verbally the strange and mystifying world that you see around you, and it’s probably not long before you also realize that, hey, you can just make stuff up. The central art of enchantment is weaving a web of words around somebody. And we would’ve noticed very early on that the words we are listening to alter our consciousness, and using the way they can transform it, take it to places we’ve never dreamed of, places that don’t exist.”—alan moore (via thatonesuheirhammad)
“On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.”—Shakesville: Feminism 101 (via thewastedgeneration)