Diffuse can be used as a verb meaning “to spread out” or an adjective meaning “not concentrated.” It is often confused with defuse, which can only be a verb. The original meaning of defuse was “to take the fuse off a bomb,” but the word now usually means “to make less dangerous or tense.”
When you look for things to be angry about, when you look for things to be resentful about, you find them.
When you look for things to be satisfied with, when you look for things to be grateful for, you find them.
I found the opposite. I have achieved far, far more through practising gratitude, knowing my values and moving towards them rather than being pressure and goal oriented.
I went for a walk this morning, in a park near my house. It was cold and grey, so.i was grateful for my gloves and for the solitude. How good is it that I can go for a walk, in a park near my house? Hear birds, breathe air see trees, smell the frost? How good that there are parks, and birds, and it’s safe, and I can walk. I want to keep doing it. I’m grateful for that.
Like I said, gratitude is hard.
It is hard to have gratitude when there is inequality
It is hard to have gratitude when competition is encouraged and enshrined by people who benefit from it
It is hard to have gratitude when the constructs in which we live seem unjust
It is hard to wake up and look around and find something to be grateful for
It is hard to be grateful when all you can see is what you don’t have
Being genuinely appreciative of what you do have leads to a quieter mind and a happier life. We have one life.
It comes across as some stupid bullshit, I know. But the resentment and frustration aren’t useful. Clarity of mind and purpose is, and is more sustainable than passion and anger.
My 2c.
I live in Australia
The homicide rate here is 0.86 deaths per 100k people per year
Of those, approx 66% are male.
The suicide rate is 12.3 deaths per 100k per year.
Of those, 75% are male.
The statistics are similar in most Western countries.
Pause for a second and think about the last time that you heard that mentioned either in casual conversation or in the news media.
It is not spoken about.
https://www.jamesmollison.com/where-children-sleep
We are privileged. Gratitude is hard.
Aw thank you, I feel seen.
Pretty sure he’s talking about pineapple on pizza
Baby mama drama - tale as old as time.
Man, I miss Jerry Springer.
Ishmael v Isaac. Got it.
Memory’s a bit sketchy but yeah sounds about right
It gives an insight as to the nature, location and odor of many gigs
Man wait till you meet Charlie
Younger than 45
Oh OK that actually makes sense.
45 year olds and above are digital immigrants. In short, they had an off-line childhood and an online adulthood. They have different speech and writing patterns to you because they learnt and communicated in a different way to you.
Assuming you’re under 45, this won’t make sense, because you’ve never experienced a world which doesn’t have this sort of interaction. You’re a digital native, digital tech has always been there.
In twenty years time, children born or educated after the advent of chat gpt will have the same problem understanding you. The way you write, post and interact will seem clunky and old fashioned. It’s already happening - we’re having to adapt the way we interact, in order to be able to ‘be understood’ by AI.
The wonderful thing about humanity, tho, is that we do adapt and adopt! Consider this - everyone over the age of 50 had to learn something completely new to them in order to be able to communicate with you via email, sms or messaging app. They used to just talk, or write letters. Sharing media was a physical act. Yet here they are using the same texh as you. Awesome.
Not sure who I’m writing this for or who but will share it anyway
can I maybe humanise piper Perri a bit?
Well post this scene she had a kid. Split with the dad. Got into a new relationship. 25 years old.
She left said 21 month old son in the care of her boyfriend. Returns to find the child hospitalised with multiple suspicious injuries and severe internal head trauma.
She started a gofundme to pay for his treatment. Trolled of course because porn star. The largest contributor was funnily enough an adult site.
Son didn’t make it. She requested his organs be donated so he could live on in other people. His death meant three other kids had longer / better lives.
The boyfriend went to court. Gave conflicting reasons as to how the injuries occurred during interviews then settled on the old fell down the stairs response. The cause of death noted as shaken baby syndrome.
That’s what I see when I see this meme. A mother whose kid was killed but had the grace and heart to use her son’s passing to help other kids live. One day these kids will see the meme and not realise they’re alive because of the choices of that woman.
She had sex on camera with some black guys in a taboo scene which plays on the white male insecurity fetish, which we now use as a shortcut to mean being taken advantage of. Weird, huh.
Anyway. Julienne, I hope you’re doing well.
our parents felt the same thing
Your dad simultaneously saw you as the baby who slept securely in his arms, the child he saw through junior school, the teen who he tried to help steer past his own mistakes and the adult he wistfully spoke of with pride
Imagine how good he must feel to know that you remember him this way.
Taft, you old dog!
being perennially excluded from parents group, kids activities, volunteering, coaching and other social connective activities because you’re a male parent and might accidentally sexually assault someone
losing multiple male friends to suicide, and seeing society handwave it away as being less important than any other form of death, despite its incidence being 10 times that of homicide
being objectified as inherently dangerous, simply for having a penis, and worse still understanding why
starting each day trying to be good, and do good, and that still never, ever being enough
Why participate?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercury_poisoning
It is toxic
Not sure what degrees of toxicity are measured in,like is there a Richter scale of toxicity
I tried to think of a witty measurement but it’s late and I’ve had a hard day so I’m going to bed instead.