The secret to unhappiness is expectation. Ideas like “[I/they] deserve” and “should/could [happen/be]” don’t work when generating happiness and satisfaction because nobody is who you think they are, and nothing happens the way you expect it to.
Expect nothing, learn to be present in the moment that is now (not yesterday or three days from now), and accept what *is* instead of continually wishing for what “could” be.
When you can work with that your goals seem simpler and you can find fulfilment in everything, no matter how small. Happiness comes easily from there.
I spent tonight writing crappy poetry. Send me an ask so that we can be friends. This blog needs some live interaction, the way comedians riff with the audience. That is exactly what this is.
She grabs a fistful of shirt at the waist and pulls his hips toward hers, presses her mouth on his and holds him tightly enough to remind him to breathe. Euphoria; he feels his whole life has led up to this moment, and he knows it won’t last.
"You are going to hurt me," he says abruptly.
"What do you mean?" she pushes him back and looks into his eyes, trying to find answers before his flushed lips open again.
"You’re holding me like this could be our last night on earth. You don’t know what you want beyond this moment and I do. You’re going to hurt me — and I am going to let you."
Don’t mind me guys, just getting followed by about 100 porn blogs.
Just a heads up that this blog is changing from pure serious art because I decided to use Tumblr search for my favourite childhood comics and I make no apology if you start seeing a lot of Charlie Brown (Peanuts) and Calvin and Hobbes on this blog. My personal blog (disguisebanana) simply does not get enough views to share that kind of love.
Also I am open to asks and interacting with you lovely and intelligent followers who are next level enough to check my tumblr. My real name is Camilo. I am a real person, sorry if that wasn’t clear before. x
Cyber-psychologist Berni Goode talking about Flow on Charlie Brooker’s How Videogames Changed the World.
Flow is extremely important. So, so important.
It’s what keeps some people sane. It’s what drives the world’s most skilled and accomplished athletes, the most intense gamers, the hardcore hobbyists, even many of the most talented artists, musicians and actors - flow is what you get when unstoppable drive meets an unflinching will and unlimited dedication.
Flow is being utterly, truly “in the zone”. And it’s one of the most amazing feelings there is.
This is why finding a sport, or a hobby, or a martial art, or a handicraft, or a new video game, or any skill-based activity that uses focus and requires practice and repetition is so beneficial for things like depression and anxiety and overall mental/physical well-being.
This is how I feel every time I log in
Flow is one of the most important keys to mental health and happiness (see life-changing documentary Happy for more on this), but videogaming is probably not the best example of how to achieve flow as there are many detrimental effects to extended gaming sessions and I know this because I’m hugely addicted to games but break away from them often and stay social and extremely active (another huge couple of keys to happiness).
If I play games all day my body feels a huge low because I’ve been inactive. Not only on a physical level have I not released endorphins from exercise but I’ve also lost a huge amount of time practically doing nothing and not achieving my goals.
Moreover, in contrast to gaming, many other skills and hobbies find practical uses beyond keeping your body active and healthy, as well as require social interaction and cooperation.
Gaming often does not require sociability (in my experience). As someone who does promotions, works as an administrator in a busy clinic, and as someone who trained in and studied Journalism, online gaming is not something I would count as being social for way too many reasons but I’d say even online chatting doesn’t create the same feelings as talking in person to someone, especially in regards to physical contact - another huge part of psychological health.
In my opinion one of the greatest elements to the success of other hobbies from a mental health perspective, is that they require creativity and adaptation to a vast variety of challenges (including injuries, believe it or not), whereas games only require small adjustments in your approach and are largely impractical outside of gaming culture, and the game world.
Gaming also rarely CREATES a product that is then shared unless you are a developer. As a gamer you are the recipient of someone’s work, and only in Minecraft and its ilk are you making things to impart to others. This is the same issue in becoming obsessed with TV shows, you are effectively spending huge amounts of energy thinking about things that are effectively intangible, and your mental health is affected indirectly through this process.
For me, although I love playing games and reading/hearing great stories like Mass Effect 3 or Portal’s unusual narrative and writing, I find gaming to be almost an involuntary time-sink, and an addiction I’d rather not have at times. It’s not that I have no control, but it’s too tempting as an escapist mechanism, as is Tumblr sometimes. I think it is important to balance this concept of “flow” along with other elements of psychological wellbeing as the original post largely focuses on the benefit and not the inherent dangers of gaming for many, including many I have witness from the people around me.
You hear your name in the dark. The siren song of the waves calling you under. That ancient harmony that bends your knees and pulls at your shoulders.
It echos in tea cups vibrating as they kiss the ground. You hear it just before the train flies past. Most days it falls from your eyes to your tongue as the wind falls out of you. It’s there, waiting for those nights when the moon is full and your bed is empty. It’s there in her sobbing as she left the car dreaming of the day she wouldn’t love you anymore.
It never left, though you exorcised it so well; it hung to you like the smell of another life lived; it followed you past airports, and old cities full of noise and wooded smoke, and through all the barking dogs and crying babies, and through all the cold mornings waking to the smells of your mother’s cooking, and through the cracked teeth covered in blood, and all the nights spent with people who’s names you’d soon forget. It followed all the violence of a man desperately trying to escape himself when all he knew how to do was throw his fist again and again until something at the other end had broken.
It waited, until you were exhausted and crying, and asked you to follow.
So here you are, wondering if it holds any truth; if those dulcet arias are divine, or if you’re being lied to again. It’s always been there, eternal and hungry; that is all the truth you need - persistence.
The icy water is the test. When it hits your skin screams, but it’s not a warning. It’s just telling you that you’ll be home soon.