"The mind ought sometimes to be diverted that it may return to better thinking."
Fuck the dominant narrative that tells us in our twenties we must be hedonist drinkers incapable of adjusting to adulthood with no direction in life.
It’s absolutely fine if you’re a twenty-something that enjoys going out partying or who doesn’t know what they want to do with their life yet. But condoning something is not the same as saying everyone needs to conform to that model.
I’m twenty-one and I’ve known what I want to do with my life, at least professionally, for the last five years. I may of course change my mind in the future, but that doesn’t invalidate the plans I have now.
I am so tired of these popular text posts that fetishise lack of self-care, budgeting, emotional maturity etc. Adjusting to adult responsibilities is something I’ve struggled with as much as anyone, but these posts insidiously create a culture where not acquiring these necessary skills is normalised and even celebrated.
This is probably incoherent, but yeah. Validation of your personal narrative is important, regardless of what it is. We need to recognise all kinds of different stories.
"Relationship advice: Find someone who accepts you for the lazy piece of shit you are."
Tagged by memorydesire — only took me a fortnight to get round to it!
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list.
Can I just say ‘don’t take but a few minutes’ is such an ugly phrase sorrynotsorry.
1. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
2. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
3. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
4. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
5. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
6. The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, Oliver Sacks
7. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
8. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
9. Neon Bible, John Kennedy Toole
10. Titus Groan, Mervyn Peake
I’m really not half as well-read as I pretend to be. :3
Tagging — if you’re interested — aubade, sciencefangirl, andrue2, helenlouise92, zcatz, plures, beauty-in-organized-chaos.
Forcing myself to write more (read: student-run history journal) is actually doing wonders for my confidence. Every time I used to finish an essay I’d consider it a fluke and get all anxious that the next time I tried I wouldn’t be able to write a single word. It seems like constant practice has got it into my head that, for better or worse, it’s me creating these things.
Don’t know if this is applicable to anyone else, just thought I’d share.