Intuition is real. Vibes are real. Energy doesn’t lie. Tune in.
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This is actually called thin slicing. Your brain recognizes patterns from very small “slices” of information by comparing them to things you have experienced before. This all happens very quickly on a subconscious level without our conscious mind being involved. So intuition is actually really fast pattern recognition, and it can be very accurate. So yeah, if you have a gut feeling that a person or situation is not good, get the hell out. Your brain knows what’s up.
When I was young - because I’ve always been a big skeptical pain in the ass - I thought that when people were talking about interpersonal “energy,” they were on some Gay Ass Shit.
Years later, after spending hundreds of hours reading studies about intuition and neuroscience and pattern recognition and the processing power of the subconscious mind, I realized that that kind of talk - “she has such good energy,” “you need to read the energy of the room,” “I just got some really bad energy off of that guy” - is a convenient shorthand for the lightning-fast, weirdly-accurate, real-as-fuck subconscious processing of the probability of positive or negative social outcomes likely to result from hundreds or thousands of variables. That “energy” isn’t a tangible thing floating around in the air. It’s your brain updating you constantly with information about your situation. Listen to it. Especially if it’s telling you to be nervous or scared. Your brain is very good at recognizing danger. Let the enormous processing power of your subconscious mind protect you. It’s better at spotting patterns than you are.
“Bad energy” isn’t some hippie shit. It’s your brain setting off a claxon because it knows something’s not right.
Thin slicing is wonderfully helpful, but be aware that if it’s doing its pattern recognition from bad sources, you need to actively override it. We’re raised in a racist society, inundated with racist media, and bombarded with subtly (or unsubtly) racist advice. Thin slicing can save your life, but it’s also the cause behind the unconscious elements of racism (and misogyny/ableism/antisemitism/islamophobia/etc.) that we all suffer from
Trust your instincts, but if your instincts tell you something that seems prejudicial, double check their work.
They got off easy
I’m 5’10 with long legs, very wide hips and small waist and I’ve had this body since I was 12 and I’ve noticed that the women who go out and buy the big boobs, big butt and tiny waist act differently than the women who were born into a highly sexualized body with no choice in the matter. They wanted the attention so they choose to go out and buy all the things to get it. They didn’t deal with the real shit. Having a body of an adult with the mind of a 12 year old. Getting the wrong attention at a very young and vulnerable age. Dealing with jealousy from grown ass women that you don’t even have the mental capacity to fully understand yet. Internalizing others issues with their sexuality and body image issues then taking them on as your own. And don’t even get me started on issues with diet and food. I feel like we fall into one of the groups: we went to extreme lengths to cover our bodies and sexuality or felt like we were nothing but our bodies. I feared men for the longest time because I developed so early (and still sometimes do). To Find your own sexuality in a world that has damned you to be just an object is a STRUGGLE. The journey it takes to accept your body and that it belongs to you and no one else is crazy and never ends. I have nothing against plastic surgery and 100% believe you should do whatever you want to your body but damn I be in my feelings sometimes bc y’all got to skate through the REAL struggles and issues of living inside a body that’s sexualized on a unnecessary level. Yes all women deal with some of these issues but trust me it’s a completely different experience when your curvy.
waking up: ugh, my body hurts
doing things: my Body HURTS
pushing myself too far: My BODY H U R T S !!!!
trying to coax myself to sleep at night: my body it…it hurtsssasdfkjskjfe…
Bang on, haiku bot.
Counting
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Friendzoned by all these boys and more!
Same are tall, some strong, some thin,
Laugh it off and try again!
body goals: rotting in the ground
body goals: bleeding out in a forest
body goals: vanishing in outer space
body goals: sacrifice to the gods
body goals: being a cursed, ivy covered statue
used to be I hated my body cause I thought it looked ugly, now I hate my body cause it’s the functional equivalent of a 1998 Honda Civic with 200,000 miles, questionable brakes, temperamental AC/heating, and terrible gas mileage that’s liable to break down at any moment in the middle of the fucking road. and the seats aren’t even comfy
This forever be the biggest mood of my entire existence
i hate when i make body-hair positivity posts and people (almost always white) comment with stuff like “yes fuzz is so cute!” like no….i’m not here for my girls with just fuzz i’m here for girls who have thick dark coarse hair all over their bodies, girls who have eyebrows thicker than their dad’s, girls whose eyebrows blend in with their hairlines, girls with mustaches, girls with thick sideburns, girls who have hairy arms, legs, toes, fingers, and hands, girls with nipple hair, girls who can’t tell where their tummy hair ends and their happy trail begins, girls with back hair, girls with unibrows. hair doesn’t have to be peach fuzz on a white body for it to still be cute.
when you touch a Bad Texture™ and have to scrub at ur hands until the feeling is gone
When your teeth scrape against something they don’t like and your entire body tries to escape the upper atmosphere.
When your nails drag across an Unpleasant Thing so your arms stop working from the elbows down and your ears ring.
when something nearby makes a Bad Sound and you’re actively trying to get onto the astral plane in your corporeal form
Sometimes I’m like, “I have a chronic illness and that’s fine! I’m going to take it easy, because that’s what my body needs!”
Other times I’m like, “Fuck this shit, I’m gonna carry 16 bags of groceries at once, who the fuck cares if I have an episode later, I’m not letting anyone do anything for me ever ‘cause I’m not a fucking wimp!” and then I’m writhing in pain for six hours BUT AT LEAST I PROVED MY WORTH.
Look you can try and tell me there’s something better than putting new plants in my garden while my dog sticks her whole upper body between my arms to get hugged while I work, but you’re wrong.
brynriggins
