What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:
- I am unable to do that
- I am too stressed out to do that
- I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
- My body will physically not allow me to do that
- I am on the verge of a panic attack
- I cannot do that
What people hear:
- I am unwilling to do that
- I am just shy
- I am overreacting
- I am lazy
- I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
- I need a push
- I don’t want to do that
Inspired by X
This is my 10,000th post. It is intentionally boring.
Baking peanut butter cookies with Spinosaurus
The other day Spinosaurus dropped by for a visit. It was a great surprise to see him because he’s usually so busy, he doesn’t have time to hang out here the way he used to. I was just about to make some peanut butter cookies and he asked if he could help. As you can see, he was a great assistant! Hopefully he will come by more often and help with other projects in the kitchen and garden.
These peanut butter cookies are slightly chewy and coated in a thin layer of sugar, perfect for dunking in a glass of milk or your morning espresso. I’ve been baking them forever, but yesterday I realized it is more fun to make them with a friend. A recipe from Better Homes and Gardens.
- 1/2 cup peanut butter
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 1/2 cup granulated sugar
- 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 egg
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
- 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
Beat peanut butter and butter with electric mixer on medium to high speed for 30 seconds. Add granulated sugar and brown sugar, baking soda, and salt. Beat until combined, scraping sides of bowl occasionally. Beat in egg and vanilla until combined. Beat in as much of the flour as you can with the mixer. Stir in any remaining flour. Cover and refrigerate dough about 1 hour or until easy to handle.
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Shape dough in 1-inch balls. Place balls 2 inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten the cookies by making crisscross marks with fork tines or dinosaur footprint, dipping utensil in sugar between flattening each cookie. Bake about 8 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Transfer to wire racks. Cool. Makes about 3 dozen cookies.
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If by ‘fuck the police’ you mean fuck the corrupt, prejudiced, racist system then yes, fuck the police, but if you mean fuck the police for stopping you from smoking weed and getting away with illegal behaviour then no, fuck you.
But what if I mean “I wish to have intercourse with that man in uniform”
then fuck the police
I agree with this… mostly. It is the police’s job to enforce the law, but the fact that weed is illegal is ridiculous to me. It shouldn’t be a crime in the first place, but I do not hate the police for doing the job they swore to do as long as they do it justly.
There’s a spider running laps around the light on my ceiling.
Well done society.
I swear if this gets any more notes then I fear for the next generation.
it wasn’t fun.
5 fucking years of it.
From kindergarten until the 8th grade, since I went to a private school in 9th grade specifically to get away from bullying. I still have issues because of it.