Have I told y’all about my husband’s Fork Theory? If I did already, pretend I didn’t, I’m an old.
So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. It’s super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary. You know the phrase, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens. A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one “you poked my trigger on purpose because you think it’s fun to see me melt down” pitchfork.
This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as “It may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.”
God Bless people who dress wild and go out in public. I love seeing a woman in all pink with pink hair and pink nails, with a tiny dog in a pink outfit in her bag. Or a massively goth dude covered in piercings sporting a giant green mohawk. Cosplayers. SCA reenactors. Ren Faire people. There’s nothing I love more than a pair of handsome young men walking around in Revolutionary War outfits. Just please keep dressing wild and freaky. You bring color to life, and it never fails to put a big smile on my face.
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Everyone please behold this baby tree:
It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.
how the fuck did we get from there to where we are today
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• Boy Parts - Eliza Clark
• My Year of Rest And Relaxation - Ottessa Moshfegh ( anything moshfegh, really )
• Milk Fed - Melissa Broader
• So Sad Today - Melissa Broader
• American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis
• Play It As It Lays - Joan Didion
• Violent Bent Backwards Over The Grass
- Lana Del Rey
• Acts Of Desperation - Megan Nolan
• A Certain Hunger- Chelsea G. Summers
• The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
• Ariel - Sylvia Plath
• Delta of Venus - Anais Nin
• The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey
Euginedes
• Conversations With Friends - Sally
Rooney
• Mv Dark Vanessa - Kate Elizabeth Russel
• The Idiot - Elif Batuman
• The Days of Abandonment - Elena
Ferrante
• The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia
Plath - Sylvia Plath
• Cleopatra and Frankenstein - Coco
Mellors
• Perfume: The Story of a Murderer -
Patrick Süskind
• Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
• Bunny - Mona Awad
• Animal - Lisa Taddeo
I feel very strongly about those cheap hanging ghouls/ghosts that you get around Halloween, so I made my own! Her name is Toni.
Idk why I bother to be on time to work. Gimme a raise then I'll pull up at 5:50am and wait 20 minutes to be let in.
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