danceswchopstck:

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icecream-eaterrr:

I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you are afraid of rejection. It’s a defense mechanism, you are trying to protect yourself without even trying.” and I think I just realized what was wrong with me.

Yep, this is a very, very common reason for procrastinating.  It’s also why procrastination, even though it’s often associated with laziness, is a fairly common trait in a lot of people with anxiety and perfectionism issues.

This idea - You’re not lazy, you’re protecting yourself - hit me really hard while reading, of all things, Emily Nagoski’s Come As You Are, which turns out to be as much about how brains work and how relationships work as how orgasms work.

In an early part of the book she talks about Fight/Flight/Freeze responses to threats–the example she uses is being attacked by a lion. You fight, if you think you can defeat the lion; you run away, if you think you can escape the lion; and when you think there’s nothing you can do, when you feel the lion’s jaws closing on your neck, you freeze, because dying will hurt less that way. You just stop and go numb and wait for it to be over, because that is the last way to protect any scrap of yourself.

Later in the book, she talks about the brain process that motivates you to pursue incentives, describing it as a little monitor that gauges your progress toward a goal versus the effort you’re expending. If it feels like too little progress is being made you get frustrated, get angry, and, eventually, you… despair. You stop trying.

You go numb and wait for it to be over, because that’s the only way left to protect yourself.

So it occurred to me that these are basically the same thing–when facing a difficult task, where failure feels like a Threat, you can get frustrated and fight it out–INCREASE DOING THE THING until you get where you’re going. Or you can flee–try to solve the problem some other way than straight on, changing your goal, changing your approach, whatever. Fight or flight.

But both of those only apply when you think the problem is solvable, right? If the problem isn’t solvable, then you freeze. You despair. 

And if you’re one of those Smart Kids (Smart Girls, especially) who was praised for being smart so that all tasks in the world came to be divided between Ooh This Is Easy and I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN DO THAT AND IF I FUCK UP I WILL DIE, then… it’s pretty easy to see how you lose the frustration/anger stage of working toward a goal, because your brain goes straight to freeze/despair every time. Things are easy and routine or they are straight up impossible.

So, you know, any time you manage to pull yourself up and give that lion a smack on the nose, or go stumbling away from it instead of just falling down like a fainting goat as soon as you spot it on the horizon, give yourself a gold star from me. Because this is some deeply wired survival-brain stuff. Even if logically you know that that term paper is not a lion, it really is like that sometimes.

Oo, I like this!

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littlestartopaz:

jakeogyllenhaal:

“hey, how was school?”

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@words-writ-in-starlight @lathori

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  • elementary school: remember to brainstorm then write a first draft then your final draft and don't forget to reread and edit!
  • college: i just wrote that shit in 1 hour and submitted it with 2 minutes to spare what the fuck is a "draft"

Anonymous asked: omigosh congratulations on your thesis!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH

NOT ONLY IS THE THESIS COMPLETE, BUT I ALSO JUST GOT BACK FROM THE ANNUAL THESIS BURNING

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AS YA DO

Nine months of work right here, and I flatter myself that it looks professional as fuck

winestainedlinen:

This show is everything

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nobeatnomelody:

First semester: I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation

Second semester: I am more than willing to die

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An open letter of advice to those of you living with roommates: if, say, you have one roommate who usually does the dishes, that’s fine. However, if you can no longer physically FIT dishes in the sink, it’s maybe time to act outside your habitual...

An open letter of advice to those of you living with roommates: if, say, you have one roommate who usually does the dishes, that’s fine. However, if you can no longer physically FIT dishes in the sink, it’s maybe time to act outside your habitual role and wash that bad boy your own self. If, hypothetically, the dish-doing roommate is attempting to finish a thesis and has therefore not eaten a meal that wasn’t takeout or microwaved in a few days, maybe you could really live life on the edge and do more than one dish yourself.

Just a thought.

Update on the thesis process: today I worked on my thesis for like seven hours and all I have to show for it is a headache and shame.

Geology field shenanigans

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wiwaxia:

All true. All witnessed. No regrets.

  • Respected professor shakes fist at mountain and dares it to erupt
  • 17 inappropriate ways to wear a hi-vis vest
  • Everything is 20% muscovite
  • The double-backwards hammer flip
  • Putting a fawn in a backpack and carrying it round all day
  • Food tastes of dirt because too much actual dirt in mouth
  • Spontaneous outdoors group nudity with sheep skulls to protect modesty
  • Reversing sheep out of canyons
  • Doing makeup in the mirror on your compass
  • Bandaging an arterial bleed with a handkerchief
  • If I can take it up a 4wd track, then it must be a 4wd!
  • Puppies ate my rockhammer and the house-cow ate my bra
  • Where’s [phd student]? *everyone just silently points up*
  • Killing a stoat with a rockhammer in front of fifteen second years and scarring them for life
  • Transit van mosh pits
  • “Why are you yelling? I burned my pubes, isn’t that punishment enough?”
  • The underwater naked strike and dip
  • Tent flooding ending in six people sharing one double bed
  • Dessert sandwiches
  • Unexpected bulls in unexpected places
  • Spontaneous a capella outbreak of “Wonderwall” followed by “… *tiny voice* but I hate that song?”
  • Butt-shuffling down hills that are too steep
  • Being the *second* person across the wasp-infested log
  • Back-rub circles
  • Handlens unscrewing and falling apart in the middle of a river
  • Field selfies #geology4lyfe
  • Fault gouge smeared over face
  • “That’s not yoga, THIS is yoga!” *falls on face*
  • Accidentally mapping river gravels for two hours and getting lost
  • *rock falls out of cliff* *twenty people silently take one step left in unison*
  • I AM THE GOD OF STRATIGRAPHY!
  • Duct-taping your boots back together every morning
  • Not enough coloured pencils
  • Sharing water bottles
  • If I throw my rockhammer at this, will it stick?
  • “I swear, I can SEE Milankovitch cycles!” “Okay I’m cutting you off.”
  • Cross-sections: kink or busk?
  • “You know when you’ve got to The Knob because you don’t see any action for three hours.“ 

katie this is importantwhen you say fawn … like a deer? really? COOL

Yes, a deer. A three-day-old baby deer. It was a terrible idea. When the students rocked back up to the field station with it, we told them off for stock rustling, took it to the farmer who was like, what the fuck am I going with that, I’ll have to cut its throat and use it for dog meat, and we were like, uh, no, so we took it to the SPCA, who were DELIGHTED. 

I THOUGHT A “FAWN” WAS SOME KIND OF OBSCURE GEOLOGICAL TERM I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND

YOU PUT A BABY DEER IN A BACKPACK

More geology field shenanigans!

  • Respected professor claims our hydrochloric acid solution is less acidic than coca cola. We dare him to drink it. HE DOES.
  • Hiking up a mountain on crutches. “YOLO!”
  • Painting Cambrian-age trilobite fossils with nail polish.
  • Creepy abandoned fishing villages. So many creepy abandoned fishing villages.
  • Student finds brachiopod fossils in an outcrop behind said creepy abandoned fishing village. Respected professor gasps and squeaks “Brachiopods??!?” and goes tearing off up a hill to find them.
  • Students collect so many rock samples that we can no longer see the floor of the 15 passenger van. The van floor begins to develop its own stratigraphy.
  • Racing the roadside moose in the 15 passenger van.
  • Respected professor takes both hands off of the wheel of the moving van to get a picture of the moose. Panic ensues.
  • Mapping an island with nothing but a Brunton compass, a field notebook, and the largest bottle of fireball whiskey money can buy.
  • Respected Professor singing along to “Man-Eating Trilobite”
  • Entire class goes to local bar and won’t stop singing local drinking song for about a week.
  • That one vegan student that survives off of french fries for a month.
  • Stealing rock samples from National Parks
  • Straddling the moho
  • Licking the moho
  • Peeing on mantle peridotite just to see if it fizzes
  • Using the same pocket knife for everything. Eating. Scratching rocks. Removing splinters. Seriously, it’s gross.
  • Hiking down a river only to discover the water level is MUCH HIGHER than anticipated
  • Nearly drowning in said river but damn it you kept your electronics DRY
  • “It’s not safe to drink the water. So everyone gets 2 beers per meal”.
  • Fitting the entire class into a single hot tub
  • Every lobster is named Jack Daniels. It is known.
  • That one “Chinese Canadian Fusion” restaurant

*DID* IT FIZZ?

my husband was once Responsible Adult on a geology field course and the highlight was when I was calling him and it was like

Dr Glass: Oh, an undergrad’s just thrown his compass into the sea.

Me: is that… part of the exercise?

Dr Glass: *nonjudgmentally* well…

(an unearthly, animal roar is heard over the phone)

Dr Glass: Ah, now he’s going into the sea.

Me: …To get the compass?

Dr Glass: I think he just wants the sea to take him.

(a peaceable, nonjudgmental silence follows, with distant splashing)

Dr Glass: Well, I think I’ll go get him now.

I wanna know the lyrics to “Man-Eating Trilobite”.

@theneuroknight

Oh god, geo field camp…

-Leaping away from rattlesnakes you can only hear, not see.

-Playing “hide the rock”

-Loosing your compass because it flipped out of your holster while you were peeing on the outcrop, which was actually a win, because it’s so hot out that usually you don’t pee all day.

-Flinging your rock hammer (i.e. lightning rod) and running like mad because a thunderstorm suddenly hits.

-redrawing cross-sections at night while the tent bows inward from the force of all the insects trying to get in.

-finding dead things and getting unreasonably excited because it’s something other than a rock.

-Listening to a professor sing WWII german army songs…

-Trying to keep up when drinking with a European and regretting it one hour later.

-Climbing up an outcrop and then realizing there is no reasonable way to get down.

-Eating at the last restaurant open in town because it’s 9 pm and camp is still not set up.

-Losing half your caravan when there was only one time the road split. 

-Inspirational night pees out under the milky way.

Oh, god, this post keeps bringing back all my repressed college memories.

-Running away from angry cows

-Running away from suspicious, armed ranchers who think you’re from the govt

-Squatting to pee and falling over into a cactus

-Losing parts of your tent as you raft down the Green River; by the end of the trip, your tent no longer stands

-Having to ground your raft repeatedly in stands of seriously thorny salt cedars

-Trying to buy alcohol in UTAH.

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