me when i see new messages in my ask
something to be said in the fact that in the end it wasn't the manufactured cringeposting that drove them off but the sincere reality of the tumblr ecosystem
lordmushroomkat asked:
So do the checkmarks have any benefit?
buggachat answered:
of course they do, they’re public clown makeup. the largest dunce cap imaginable. a blinking neon target on your back with the bold words “kick me”
had a dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir were affected by some magic that made them share dreams every night, but they had no idea it was happening and thought they were just consistently having really lucid dreams about their partner, and both of them decided every night to just make out with each other in the dreamscape because "hey, it's a dream. it doesn't have to make sense. there are no consequences here. it's not like they'll find out"
PROPHETIC DREAMS
Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids
My fucking childhood in one post omg the only thing missing is Star Wars and Disney.
I forgot those damn BLUE CUBE BLOCKS that was meant to “help” with math. It only added pressure when I dropped them and couldn’t find a block to get. the. right. answer!
OMG KID PIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How is it possible that we all have the same exact childhood?!
Bring me back my childhood dammit! I call do over
If we don’t microdose delusion we won’t make it through this reality babe….
So I remember reading about this study in grad school where they have a bunch of clinically depressed people and a bunch of non-clinically-depressed people a game that was partially chance and partially skill, and asked them to estimate how much control they had over the outcome.
The depressed people were far more accurate in estimating how much influence their actions had on the outcome of the game compared to their nondepressed counterparts, who consistently overestimated the effects of their own choices on their chances of winning.
Then I remember this other study (CW animal testing) where they put rats in a bucket of water that they couldn’t get out of, so they’d have to swim. There was a fairly consistent point at which the swimming rat would falter, and stop swimming, fated to drown.
Except that that’s when the researchers would pull the rat out of the bucket, give it a nice rest warmth and a meal.
When those SAME rats who had been rescued before were put in the same situation again, they swam much LONGER than they had before.
Why? The risk was the same either way- drowning. You’d have thought that the fear of drowning would keep them swimming to their maximum length no matter what.
The researchers conclusion was that the rescued rats had something they hadn’t had the first time- they had more hope. A miraculous rescue could come, and that let them swim for longer, just in case.
I think we do microdose delusion because sometimes that little overestimation of our chances, of our luck, keeps us swimming that little bit longer, just in case something good happens. And sometimes, that little margin really does make the difference.
artofelaineho
