How are you guys doing? It’s hard to get excited about a long weekend when there are terrorist attacks outside of pop concerts and increasing evidence that our president actively tried to shut down the Russia investigation. Also shoving world leaders out of the way so he can be in the front of a photo op? Also Montana elected Greg Gianforte one day after he was charged with assault?
What to do? How do we go on with daily life? How do we balance being involved and staying informed and still leading a life that we enjoy?
That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? I’m not sure the answer lies in a round of clever things from around the internet. Nevertheless, HERE WE ARE.
Wow. Did you know that Psychopathy is considered a mental health diagnosis? And it’s considered almost uncurable? A fascinating read about children who’ve been diagnosed as psychopaths.
Researchers believe that two paths can lead to psychopathy: one dominated by nature, the other by nurture. For some children, their environment—growing up in poverty, living with abusive parents, fending for themselves in dangerous neighborhoods—can turn them violent and coldhearted. These kids aren’t born callous and unemotional; many experts suggest that if they’re given a reprieve from their environment, they can be pulled back from psychopathy’s edge.
Between the ages of 18 and 28 I moved twelve times. Wish I would have read this first!
I can’t believe this used to be a … garage?
Also: this guest room is perfect and I’d like you to invite me over right now, please.
Interesting! Have you heard of Universal Fit Liberty? If you buy one of their items and it doesn’t fit within a year because you lose or gain weight, you can send it back and they’ll replace it free of charge!
A good reminder for us Type-A’s: The psychological importance of wasting time
21 savory yogurt recipes! Into ’em!
WHY DO I LOVE THIS?!
An exercise in empathy: What it’s like to be the fat person sitting next to you on the plane.
I practice how I will sit on the plane, pushing my body against the cabin wall, one arm holding the other firmly over my chest, so that I will make no physical contact with the person sitting next to me. I bring mints, so I won’t need anything to drink, so that the flight attendant won’t have to reach across the row for the fat person. I research whether the airports I’ll pass through have a history of confiscating seat belt extenders. If I bring my own, I’ll be spared the white hot spotlight of asking the flight attendant for one.
Here’s hoping next week is better, friends.