So dreams are like level 200: your brain evolutionarily built a venting and coping mechanism that makes it invent fictional universes in which it pretends to live while you are sleeping.
Level 203, write it out as a fanfic
Might as well call it a diary or journal, but if you do that it’s suddenly only like level 5.
The only difference between screwing around and science is writing it down.
*And publishing it somewhere.
A self reflective study on the mind of a shitposter by Zaphod Beeblebrox is most definitely not what is written on my diary, not at all.
I miss Regis. I feel like he was one of the last real broadcasters on TV. Like, you could be producing a show and just drop him in with no notice and it would be fine. “Regis, thank God you’re here, our host just started projectile vomiting and we’re live in 10 minutes.” Doesn’t matter what the show is, a parade, interviewing young children or a Nobel prize winner, game show, sports broadcast, breaking news, he could do it and it wouldn’t be obvious he’d been on his way to the dentist ten minutes earlier.
A true professional, if you will.
I just realized this but the people I imagine myself venting to are probably my true closest friends
I don’t know why it took this long to realize that though
let them know how the shit you share is meaningful and that you enjoy life more with them around
eh I’m not sure if they feel that way about me
“I really like bullshin with you dude/bro”
This is super important to do.
It’s usually my therapist. Actually typically it is myself acting as my own therapist.
level 200: venting by approaching the person you are upset with and starting a constructive dialogue about your feelings.
that’s the final boss
That’s level 0
That’s just sick
Oi! Get out of my headspace, I’m already trying to build confidence without overinflating my Ego and he doesn’t need your enabling.
(I should stress, this is joke, good meme OP)
I’m extremely upset that I saw the word “venting” and immediately assumed this was about Among Us.
You enter stage 2, and the leveling starts over, when it bleeds over into real life. Not documenting stage 1 stuff, but efforts to make it happen.
What’s the level where I vent by creating an imaginary alternate universe of whatever fandom I’m engaged with at the moment where my self-insert is one of key characters and all the trauma gives him cool abilities?
I’m in this picture and feel personally attacked.
Is this a Joker reference?
This tracks pretty hard.
After hearing about how big a flop the Borderlands movie was, I decided to watch it.
It was so abysmally bad I took psychic damage. Days latter I’m still wondering how anyone could have made those script decisions unless they were actively sabotaging the project.
I was unable to sleep one night so I starting making a YouTube video about how terrible the movie was. I’d say I’m at level 53.
I hate that I missed out on Conan’s talk show years, because I was going to kill on there with my humorous vignettes.
My go-to is a fantasy in which I give an unfiltered speech to graduating seniors at a university, explaining in detail the day to day bullshit they will be dealing with once they enter the workforce.
Shit, I need to level up. That sounds much more cathartic.
