Rambling and Pie

Sledgehammer time! Hooah!

fatmf:

lesbeeanmovie:

greencarnations:

cinematicsymphony:

This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.

CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:

  • do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
  • go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
  • if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
  • look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
  • the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
  • works every time

"sad little bug" is the cutest and most accurate term ive heard used to describe a child because sometimes bugs are kinda super cute sometimes bugs are really fucking annoying and sometimes bugs are downright TERRIFYING

When a child falls down, you treat them pretty much the same as an adult who fell down. Acknowledge that they fell down, ask how they’re doing, and offer help getting back up. Then see if they need a bandaid or something.

Aaaaaah as a small child I was legit terrified of losing limbs, and if someone asked that about are we going to need to cut it off, I would have not taking it as a joke, but that they were literally thinking that my injury might require amputation.

Sooooo one of my friends has a ridiculous creepy stalker. This has gone on for years. Apparently, I just got added to the text distribution list of “let’s send texts trashing this person!” (Keep in mind… I haven’t actually spoken to the woman in vs very a year.)

The only thing I can think of that has changed is that I got an iPhone. Would that have linked my phone number to anything? I try to NOT let my phone number be public at all for other reasons, so if it’s out there or iMessenger has a way for people to look me up, I want to disable that if at all possible.

Or it could just be bad luck and the person got my number from someone else under false pretexts (“hey, I realized I still have a book of hers she lent me before she moved, can I have her number?” sort of thing).

With the door open, Jonie got up every half hour to chase the cat. With the door closed, Annie was convinced that Narnia was on the other side and cried at it. So basically right now I can’t tell if I’m super awake from having been awake since 5 and up about 18 times last night, or if I’m super tired. Only time will tell.

kropotkitten:

shout out to all the people who are content with mediocrity. for real, fuck this weird “everyone is gonna be an earth-shaker” stressful shit they push on you before you’re even out of the womb. give me stability, a sense of belonging, rootedness. i don’t need fame and fortune. 

last-snowfall:

geardrops:

swanjolras:

out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory

like— kids are pretty smart, y’all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job

the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”— it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery

what fucking kills me is, yeah, maybe we got the trophies, but who gave them out

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

Which is pretty much what mental health practitioners observe happening.

It’s also what I observed happening as a singing teacher: the older kids literally would not believe a positive word I said until I had proved I would tell them they screwed up/had done badly/etc. I did so in as useful a way as possible (“So this passage. We really need to work on this passage. A lot. This passage is not good yet.”), but with almost every adolescent I taught I had to prove I would give them straight-up criticism before they would parse my praise as anything other than meaningless “the grownups always do this” noise.

#THIS A THOUSAND TIMES #of course they think we’re cocky tho #we react to all praise with ‘yeah yeah’ #but they see that as us being ‘obv I’m wonderful’ #when really it’s ‘can we move on to something helpful’ #millennials #generation gap

When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.
A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States (via 391705)
geardrops:

indirispeaks:


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geardrops:

indirispeaks:

This is Miko, a champagne pink fox

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

reblog for foxfriends