some of you have been saying to me, “Hey, you’re a heathen who fears neither God nor death, right? Nuke The Sound Of Silence.”
so, after a lot of stalling, here is “The Sound Of Silence, But The Instruments Are The Vocals And The Vocals Are The Instruments.” What does that mean, you ask?
You are about to find out. Enjoy the ride.
that’s what I like to hear
It feels like my ears are upside down??
i love this sound designer you did not disappoint me
This is the last thing you hear before the AI take over and assimilate you.
this plays at the end of portal 3
Ah, so this is the sound of silence
EARS UPSIDE DOWN IS AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION; I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL
this is fascinating and weirdly enjoyable; I want to choreograph a dance to it
I’m still creatively blocked so I’m learning the countries of Europe instead of writing. That’s logical, right?
At least your doing something more productive, compared to laying around doing nothing like me.
You are resting your body and mind. That is productive! Self-care is important. Don’t let yourself fall into the trap of guilting yourself for needing a break!
But I feel like I do this way too often and I’m not sure if that’s being “productive” or lazy.
Let me tell you something I’ve learned: very very VERY few people are ‘lazy’ in the way I think you mean it here.
I see people use the word ‘lazy’ as a form of self-recrimination a lot. Hell, I used to do it to myself all the time! But when you examine your real reasons for doing (or as the case may be, NOT doing) things, you may find that ‘laziness’ is not actually the cause.
In my case, for instance, my perceived ‘laziness’ was actually my chronic pain rendering me immobile. I didn’t want to get up because getting up hurt. I asked other people to grab me things because the effort it took for me to get them (and the pain it caused to do so) was so great that it was easier to ask someone else and then apologize for my laziness to them afterward. It took my partner pointing out to me that I’m always perfectly willing to get up and do things when I’m not in pain before I realized that my self-diagnosed ‘laziness’ was just me trying to prevent more pain.
Let’s look at some other common reasons people may think they are lazy:
– Chronic fatigue – Insomnia – Depression – Anxiety – ADHD (Executive dysfunction is a REAL bitch) – Stress – Just being regular old tired from a stressful time at school/work/whatever
There are plenty of reasons people may need to rest. And everyone comes with different levels of energy. Comparing yourself to other people or holding yourself to some imaginary standard of productivity someone else has arbitrarily set is quite damaging, particularly when you then punish yourself by calling yourself ‘lazy’ when you DON’T meet that standard.
My partner always tells me that true laziness is being perfectly able to do something and just deciding not to. Laziness is a choice. All those reasons I listed above? Those things impact your ability. You don’t choose them. They are obstacles you have to work through that other people may not. And there are many, many reasons other than the ones I’ve listed above that may make it more difficult for you to be productive all the time. If you really sit down and examine your reasons for ‘laying around and doing nothing,’ I’m willing to bet that you’d find ‘laziness’ isn’t really on the list.
Don’t beat yourself up, okay? Be kind to yourself. Give yourself permission to rest. It’s really okay to need it.
i don’t know how many of these there are and i don’t care, more more more!
also this is 99% virgil..
Virgil: i have an emergency Virgil: well it’s not an emergency Virgil: just me dying inside
Virgil: I wonder if I just sent Roman a bunch of pictures of [boys] in suits would he die on impact Roman: I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE THANK YOU Virgil:* sends picture of a [boy] in a suit * Virgil: Goodbye Roman Roman: no Roman: why would you do this Virgil: I was taking a shit and I thought it would be funny
Patton, reading a dare: “Wear your significant other’s–” Remy: DICK!
Patton: I’m walking to Bouna, I’ll be back. Virgil: Ok don’t die. Patton: ok Virgil: don’t have headphones on Patton: ok- Virgil: If you can’t be safe, be deadly Patton: what does that even mean?
Logan: I would let you in Patton: awwww Virgil: I wouldn’t Logan: I am obligated as he is my [husband] Virgil: That makes sense Patton: how to get people to do things for you step 1- marriage Logan: wow
Roman: Welcome to DeathVille. Population: Only Virgil
Roman: What happened? Virgil: I had mini PTSD in piano class Roman: What happened? Virgil: He asked if I sang. Roman: What’s so bad about- Virgil: it triggered choir flashbacks Roman: OH MY GOD CHOIR-
Logan: *getting ready to apply a bandaid to Patton’s bleeding scratch* Patton, miserably: I’m ready for my shot
Patton: I leave for an hour and y’all compare me to angel cake and start munching on bones
Remy: @Patton get back here coward Virgil: Don’t you dare call my [dad] a coward Virgil: @Patton get back here thot
Patton: If you could be any age forever, what age would you be? Remy: 18, because I can order stuff online. I’ll steal from, like, the pentagon, and then I’ll wait fifty years and buy all my stuff online while the FBI is looking through all the senior homes for the ‘Pentagon Thief’ Virgil: Chaotic immortal energy
Roman: I love wearing heels, because I can walk around in style Logan: …you’ll sprain your ankle Roman:In style
Virgil: in the very future Virgil: fuwture Virgil: fuwtuwe Virgil: futchuw futuwe Logan: is this the progression of humanity
Deceit: Hang on, I’m being murdered real fast
Roman: if you can’t do it quietly then you frickin suck and have not learned a single thing throughout your whole journey of the wonderful world of masturbation Roman: god why the hell did i say that. Fuck.
Virgil: Should I do it Deceit: Do it. Do it you coward. Roman: COARD Roman: COWARD Roman: OD IT Patton: do it Virgil: i will od it I wouldn’t want to be a coard
Roman: Whats going on Roman: why is Logan saying owo Virgil: ….that’s Patton
Virgil, standing on a table and wielding a measuring tape: Darkness, take my measurements.
Anxiety-prone-human 