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My Neuroses For Your Entertainment
I don’t know if it was the end of 2012 and the start of a new year or the start of this new season of life, but bit by bit in the past months I have begun wanting more for myself. I’m eating better, moving more, reading more, planning more, writing more, creating more.
It feels amazing. You should try it.
It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.
You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.
But in real life, you can’t avoid doing things. We have to earn a living, do our taxes, have difficult conversations sometimes. Human life requires confronting uncertainty and risk, so pressure mounts. Procrastination gives a person a temporary hit of relief from this pressure of “having to do” things, which is a self-rewarding behavior. So it continues and becomes the normal way to respond to these pressures.
Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.
”David Cain, “Procrastination Is Not Laziness” (via pawneeparksdepartment)
This totally justifies every excuse I’ve been giving myself from not doing that thing I’m supposed to do.
(via aaronmoles)
(via wilwheaton)
Doesn’t matter where in the movie it is, or if I own it commercial free on DVD
- Princess Bride
- Steel Magnolias
- Catch Me if You Can
- Ocean’s 11
- A League of Their Own
- First Wives’ Club
- That Thing You Do
You can buy my dad’s photos on Amazon.com now (prints/cheaper options are available at Fine Art America online) which means YOU CAN BUY A FRICKIN PHOTO OF ME ON A BEACH FROM AMAZON.COM
BEST. DAY. EVER.
I really wanted to have our wedding at the venue we wound up booking partly because we saw a bald eagle in the trees right before we got there to tour the grounds. I mean, I wanted to get married there before, but that eagle felt like an omen. And not because it’s wonderful and majestic, but because Jim is from Philadelphia and a huge Eagles fan.
I’m also going to be taking his last name because it comes before mine in alphabetical order and I’m excited to move up in the alphabet.*
Heidi Garvin: using arbitrary reasoning to make important decisions since 1984
*First I wanted to hyphenate, because Garvin is MY NAME, y’all! Then I wanted us to both change our last name to something completely new and different, but SOMEONE didn’t want to become James BOND. Then I had the alphabetical order realization and got on that name change train lightning fast. But I’m still going to continue to be a Ms. Not a Miss or a Mrs. Unless someone can think of a good reason to become a Mrs., like football mascots or alphabetical order.
How to get a kiss (or tongue action) from Norman Reedus
1. Be part of The Walking Dead cast
2. Do an interview within proximity of the Reedus
3. That’s it.hahaha this is great!
I want to kill this cast. I am so jealous.
(via allergictomyself)
Dudes, I can’t help it: I laughed audibly and continuously at the Sound of Music gag.
I died with laughter from this bit. And then had to explain the joke to Jim, who has not seen the Sound of Music 50 billion times. Nor has he been in a community theatre summer production of it.
My dad is such a cool dude.
After years of making a hobby of photography and entering amazing photos in the local county fair, he’s put pieces up for sale. It’s one thing to show some photos to family and friends, but taking the step to sell them brands him as someone who is serious about this. A professional. Which opens the door to judgement, criticism, and critiques. Which can be scary.
I not only love his work, but am super proud of him.
You do, you, dad.
OWLS
Yeah, no, this is not going to be a problem. I’m sure I’m going to sleep fine. Just a normal night… normal… oh god, the middle guy is just MOVING HIS MOUTH ENDLESSLY! MAKE IT STOP!
This is what my sixth grade class had as class pets: baby barn owls.
We had to dissect their owl pellets and attempt to piece back together the mouse’s bones.
I never realized how weird and potentially traumatizing that experience was until right now.
I’m from a weird place.
(Source: habtoons)
