Ok everyone... how about the chill the fuck down for a bit, ok?
Step away from Twitter, and any social media, if you need to. Go for an evening walk, have a whiskey, a hot chocolate, pick up your kindle, watch tigers on Netflix. Whatever you need.
But chill the fuck down.
Step away from Twitter, and any social media, if you need to. Go for an evening walk, have a whiskey, a hot chocolate, pick up your kindle, watch tigers on Netflix. Whatever you need.
But chill the fuck down.
Your brain is prepared to deal with threats with anxiousness so that you will respond as quickly as possible. Trouble is it is absolute shite at determining which threats are actual threats and so tends to take a hammer approach to everything remotely even nail-adjacent.
And this is even more so in our contemporary environment where so much is designed to keep us in a heightened state of wanting more information which then makes us more anxious, etc, etc
Right now arguing over the nuance of a mountain biking minister DOESNâT FUCKING DO ANYTHING.
Right now arguing over the nuance of a mountain biking minister DOESNâT FUCKING DO ANYTHING.
So take a damn breather.
Post some birds-arenât-real shit. Take photos of food. Or your kindle. Watch some good porn. Do some midnight baking.
Have sex.
But be aware of how this shit is affecting you. And what is worth being anxious over and what is not. And what you need.
Post some birds-arenât-real shit. Take photos of food. Or your kindle. Watch some good porn. Do some midnight baking.
Have sex.
But be aware of how this shit is affecting you. And what is worth being anxious over and what is not. And what you need.
Because this lockdown is a marathon, not a sprint.
So learn how to ration your shit. And chill the fuck down.
This has been a PSA.
So learn how to ration your shit. And chill the fuck down.
This has been a PSA.
And now I see the typo in the first damn line of this thread.
Dammit. This is why we canât have nice things, people.
Dammit. This is why we canât have nice things, people.