Metacognition - Tumblr Posts
How to fucking cry like a pro
It was weird. I could either think about things, or just cry with no thoughts in my head. Maybe I did have a thought, but I couldn’t think about it like I usually do. Apparently, Strong emotions and metacognition can’t happen at the same time for me. It was nice to cry. Don’t think. Just cry. Next time I need to cry I’ll try my best to give up all thought and just go for it. That should be cleansing (I am ok btw. This was a good cry. 10/10 would cry again 👌👌👌)
Being a fanfic writer (despite it having been a while since I last worked on one old or new), I feel this is highly useful and will keep this in mind for when I next do so.
i might elaborate later but fanfic replies literally develop writer’s metacognition and make them better writers
If you give me money, I will buy things just for the concept of being able to use said things in the future.
I am playing dress up with my bank account. I am buying conceptualized variant personalities of myself. I've had a metal detector for 3 years now... I have never used it once. I just wanted to collect the capability of being my metal detecting self. My entire personality is centralized on gaining new LEGO Batman suits in case I need/want them. We've got everything from metal detecting me, to epoxy resin me (unopened, I want to preserve leaves), to Python coder me (I just bought a new masterclass on Python, I don't know anything about coding I just wanna be make a game from my imagination), all the way to the most recent basketball star me. Haven't played basketball in years, but I've got the full getup now. Basketball, pump, new athletic shoes are on the way (I wear $20 shoes, I deserve to treat myself to marshmallows), knee brace... I've even got the sweat band for my head that doesn't actually help me in any identifiable way. I did all of this because the park near me just constructed a new court, and I want to feel joy again.
I am a collector with no specific collection. I feel like a ghost looking for the finalizing closure to pass on to the beyond. I am also radically poor and should not be spending money on anything other than soup. Every time I buy a new personality to hang in the closet, I feel simultaneously connected and disconnected with myself. What does the original suit look like? I don't remember. Maybe it's buried in a pile of dirty laundry. Maybe I'm fooling myself into thinking there ever was an original suit.