man this has been said before by cleverer folks than me, but sometimes you have to sit down and let the sheer size and age of the storytelling tradition just completely overwhelm you, ja feel?
likeā think for a second about howĀ mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literallyĀ thousands and thousands of years later we areĀ still able to go āthere was a god whose brother cut him into piecesā, itās so arbitrary, it’sĀ so incredible
that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone inĀ every single generation has done since it was writtenā you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of timeĀ
can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story toldā with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, butĀ your storyā in the year 3214?
the fact that we! as a species! have been telling theĀ same damn stories for so longā the fact that weāve seen homerās troyĀ and chaucerās troy andĀ shakespeareās troyĀ and troy with fucking brad pitt because weĀ never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!
we never stopĀ caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.
generation after generation, theyĀ never ever ever stop mattering to us.
In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I havenāt lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly canāt recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky.
There was one on tv. I wasnāt even paying attention to it, I had my headphones on and was actively trying to tune the show out. My ears picked up on the sound of the garage door, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I grabbed my laptop and moved to get out of my seat and run to my room.
I realized what happened after about two seconds.
The sound is gone from my ears, but my heart is still racing and Iām waiting for the door to the house to open, to hear the jingling of my motherās keys and her footsteps moving through the house. My muscles are still tense and Iām fighting the urge to run to my room and stick a board in front of the door.
For years, the sound of a garage door was my warning to pack up what I was doing quickly and retreat to my room if I was out of it.
I canāt remember the sound of the garage door right now, but I canāt tell my brain to stop trying to react to it.
This can be reblogged, if anyone was wondering. I wrote up this post with the intention that hopefully people who read it and didnāt really get triggers would understand a bit.
Iām not like emo nihilist Iām more like Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy nihilist like ālife is meaningless and the universe does not care about you and itās full of casual and callous destruction might as well have a party while I still can thenā
Like the two forms of nihilism are ānothing matters so why?ā and ānothing matters so why not?ā and the latter is so much fun
linguini from ratatouille is the most accurate representation of a broke millennial, like he has no idea what he wants to do with his life and has a shitty apartment and gets drunk and has intense anxiety and actually acknowledges how weird his situation is. like, he just found this rat that can cook and can somehow communicate and control his actions by pulling on his hair and thatās weird af, but fuck it he really needs this job so fine let the rat cook, he doesnāt even care how weird his life is anymore he just needs money.
I love how itāsĀ āThe Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and MISTER Hydeā as in, yeah, they are basically two sides of the same person but only ONE has a doctorate
#unless your bitch ass second personality helped you write that thesis it is your fucking doctorateĀ
satire is āIām going to take this concept to an extreme or absurd level in order to demonstrate how bizarre/nonsensical/illogical it isā and not āI said something bigoted but just kidding I didnāt really mean it hahahaā
Dang it Iāve written like 5000 words trying to explain this and I only needed this post to reblog
asking for straight pride is like asking for able bodied parking spaces
thats a really good comparison because there are about seventy able bodied parking spaces to one disabled and able bodied people still insist on using the ones that arent theirs
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