we are young and stupid and raised by wolves
(this is not real life. these are not pictures of me. I am 20-something years old and a woman and passionate about politics and fanfiction and, as far as you are concerned, I only exist online.)
If you are an artist, when you get stuck, draw bigger and on tracing paper when you are stuck. Consider this manual photoshop. Use scissors, trace, refine.
If you are a writer, when you get stuck, get a pad of paper and at least two colors of pen that contrast. When you get stuck, use your “replace this with actual language later” color. Just write what you want to say. “Make angry hero cry as villain drinks amazing latte. Figure out words later.”
If you get stuck in life, clean up your area and think about how big, and how small, the universe is. Either direction is practically infinite, suspending you in the middle.
If you are fey, remember when you weren’t. It will build compassion when you deal with mortals.
If you are a potato, please advise us how you use the Internet. We have so many questions, sentient spud bud.
On the contrary, my dear anonymous, I can be whatever you want me to be. ;)
Or even a lamp:
oh yes, especially a lamp.
WHY DO YOU LIVE IN MY ROOM
WHAT IS GOING ON
It would have been nice if you told me before you started living on my bookshelf.
OH MY GOD
My sister has that lamp.
I ALSO HAVE THAT LAMP
mysweetetc replied to your post “Dear Sam - how did you become the guru of the internet?”I think it’s because you have a drama-and-troll-repelling magnetic force about you
A force developed through long practice and experience, believe me. While I think I get in general less shit than my colleagues, I also have spent (as most of them have) a long time learning to ignore trolls and sidestep drama.
It took me years to get to a point where I was comfortable ignoring people trying to start something, but one day I realised that whenever I tried to start something as a younger man, I spend all the time until they replied really nervous and irritable and unsettled. (One reason I rarely start shit anymore.)
I figure, everyone else probably feels that way too, which makes it delightful to ignore them completely, because that feeling can take days to wear off. And even if they don’t feel that way, there’s no way they can indicate that to me, so I just go on my way in the certain knowledge that in doing nothing I have brought peace to myself and distemper to their doorstep.
It’s so satisfying. :D
This is excellent logic! I hadn’t yet discovered the happy vengeful quality, but I learned early in my tumblr days that stepping into drama was guaranteed to ruin my day for the reasons you mentioned, and then it wasn’t hard to remind myself, when tempted to verbally slap someone being idiotic, that none of this is worth it or will accomplish anything. Tumblr is not the hill you want to die upon, ever.