Anyone Else Just Like Not Seeing The Point Of Homework Or School Or Sports Or Anything Else Anymore?

anyone else just like not seeing the point of homework or school or sports or anything else anymore? the world is going to shit. the ice caps are melting and the polar bears are dying and iran is just like indescribably disgusting right now and trump is probably gonna be president again next term and abortion rights are a Problem™️ right now and so are gay rights and women’s rights and systemic racism is still a problem and the worlds general mental state is probably not great and i have to write a french test tomorrow.

i feel like that’s fucked up.

my guide to solving your problems for like a lil bit:

if you are ever feeling upset about anything, EVER, dress up like ur going clubbing and dance to pony or candy shop or sexyback in the dark like you’re on magic mike

it changes something in your blood

OR

put on a dress that makes u feel floaty and spin around to fairy music. if you don’t want to wear a dress/do not have a dress that’s ok wear anything that gives fae vibes

close ur eyes and pretend ur in a field or forest (or better yet if a field is accessible GO TO A FIELD OR FOREST)

OR

put on sweatpants and a baseball cap (put it on backwards) and a crop top (oversized band shirt also works) grab a hairbrush and sing eminem or no diggity or something along those lines

OR

put on a really big t shirt and shorts, put ur hair in like a messy pony tail (shake your head for extra messiness) and jump around ur room listening to old taylor swift. if you don’t have enough hair for a pony tail THAT’S OK THE PONYTAIL IS IN YOUR SOUL

all of these momentarily solve ur problems just with different vibes

why is the predetermined meeting place for like school fights the flagpole? it’s so out in the open. like if i was set to duel someone who had wronged me i wouldn’t want to meet them at the flagpole that’s lame no i will meet you one of three places:

the catwalks so we can have an epic battle similar to Jack Sparrow and Will Turner

center stage, so i can monologue like hamilton (i would use this when there was not a high chance of me winning so i could go out dramatically).

a random hallway so i could scream and scare a few teachers

the side entrance that’s is not dissimilar to an alley, so i could fight the bulls like a newsie

OR the window in front of the principals office so that we wouldn’t actually have to fight i hate confrontation

can we just talk about Ship in a Bottle by fin for a quick sec?

like. it somehow perfectly captures the essence of standing on the deck of an 18th century pirate ship, fighting for the wheel while 16 foot waves crash over the deck, soaking it with seawater while your crew struggles to stay aboard.

^this would have the instrumental version of the song

and also the essence of running down a beach/through a field at 3am

^this would have the original version

and also the essence of driving super fast down an abandoned street in a ghost town

^the acoustic version maybe?

in any case, it’s a song that’s really good and gives me goosebumps whenever i listen to it.

my life rotates between three things:

a random shitpost about, like, blues clues

one of those bizarre obama dream posts where obama comes to you in a dream and tells you your future or something

or it’s one of those deeply philosophical posts that uncover the secrets of the universe

shout out to the girl who was screaming enchanted (taylor’s version) at the bus stop across my street: you really slayed that i hope you see this