I want Will Graham to retire and become a dressmaker. Then when someone tries on his dresses he can be like, “This is my design”.
I had been eyeing their vibrant colours for a while now and I noticed today they were on sale, so I finally bought a bottle. I bought the red one which wasn’t my favourite tone (although, frankly, it’s difficult to pick only one!) but since I have been craving red nail polish for quite some time I thought it would be the best choice. Anyway, I tried it as soon as I came home and: the brush is one of the most effective I’ve used so far and it only took one single layer for the colour to stick! :O Amazing.
This has been a vanity-related post by yours truly. If you feel like offering me KIKO nail polish, please do.
ah yes its june i successfully wasted 5 months of the year again
It frankly saddens me to see social anxiety treated as less than a reality, sometimes even as a mere fabrication. I was present in a discussion regarding the usefulness and accomplishment of a course when, towards the end, the subject of communication arose. Someone exclaimed, at some point, that students simply had to understand that in a course based on debate such as that one, it was imperative they should talk. She said it in a slightly arrogant manner, implying that shyness or unwillingness to speak in public were part of a problematic, non-compliant behaviour. I did not respond, nor made any attempt to refute her well-rehearsed theory and though I may refer weariness or lack of opportunity as excuses, the fact remains that I do not especially like to speak, much less amid debate. As such, I will cowardly address my points here.
Society divides people in two large, general categories: those who are normal and those who are not. Anyone who is placed outside the norm is expected to promptly change themselves and from then on quietly abide by the rules of normalcy. However, this process’ ease is greatly overestimated by those who have never underwent it, for reality is a lot more complex. Social anxiety is not the simple matter of being shy and consequently its cure is not just ordering someone to speak. Someone who suffers from social anxiety may not be able to stand in a public place surrounded by people without experiencing a mental breakdown, or ask for help in a store without starting to cry from an intense combination of fear and nerves. As such, something that may sound simple and even a common occurrence to you is a battle for some.
I realise those who are not familiar with this disorder or any kind of similar experience may not be as equipped to understand it. That being said, it is also no excuse to treat people poorly and ignore their difficulties. Expressing sympathy for someone is not a part of being an especially supportive or friendly person, it is human decency. Our methods of education have numbed us to the point where empathy is no longer desired, much less well-regarded. Children constantly make fun of others based on their hardships and I for one do not thing that should be encouraged. Even though you might be able to read and write properly or speak in public, there are those who suffer from dyslexia and social anxiety, not to mention many other disorders. So next time you see someone having a hard time, do not call them names or tell them to do something they obviously cannot, instead try to show some solidarity.
Finally! I have found a post featuring this scene <3
It looks like a weird haiku or something.
And next on my cooking adventures: dorayakis! Yes, I decided to make Doraemon’s favourite treat. After all those years, I just had to know what they tasted like. I didn’t have any bean filling, though, so I used Nutella.
They may not look very pretty, or even dorayaki-like, but I guarantee they were super tasty.