Apologies again for my lack of activity. I was out most of today and I may or may not be out again tomorrow. Anyway I’m on the verge of making a long rambly post griping about unimportant shit, so instead I’m just gonna call it a night.
"What’s so funny then, eh?"
do you ever just start mentally plotting out a story and you suddenly come up with that one scene or that one line and you just think
this will be the scene that makes everyone cry
I want to know when the concept of ‘me-time’ started becoming a dirty word. I once heard from Charlie Brooker’s excellent Screenwipe program that TV adverts for alcohol aren’t allowed to show people drinking alone, because apparently this is unhealthy behavior. But I like drinking alone. What’s unhealthy about settling in of an evening, reading a book or watching some Let’s Plays, and enjoying a lovely crisp dry Strongbow while you’re at it? Why is getting a pleasant little buzz on only sanctioned by society when other people are watching you do it, and potentially watching you embarrass yourself?
It’s true, though, isn’t it? This is a society that demonizes the introvert. In movie tropes it’s always the quiet dude surfing the internet alone in his room who you’re supposed to assume is the potential serial murderer. Whenever there’s a “lone wolf” hero, getting them to “come out of their shell” and “learn to love again” is always, always part of their character arc, usually through the browbeating of a more outgoing character. It’s like there’s this assumption that every introvert secretly wants to learn how to love clubbing or holding someone else’s fucking baby but doesn’t know how to ask, when in reality I find both those activities less enchanting than nailing my foot to the floor.
I’m reading through the archive of Yahtzee’s Extra Punctuation column, and most of these are really good reads(via hcandersen)
What tumblr fandoms have taught me:
If you’re cute and have kind of a sad backstory, fangirls will forgive you for any fucking thing.