I’m moving out and starting college in three weeks. As a result, I’m likely going to be leaving tumblr to focus on school, keeping my grades up, and whatnot. Queue is full and will post a few things each day, but once it runs out, idk when I’ll be back around to fill it again. I just simply don’t have much time for tumblr anymore; it become more work than it is fun, it seems.
Feel free to request any contact information, if you’d like it; I have no problem giving it out. Otherwise… It’s been great being here and reblogging with you guys, but I think it’s just time to move on. Best of luck to all of you!
Don’t get me started.
I think people don’t understand what the unemployment rate means. It means the number of jobs there ARE compared to the number of people there are looking for jobs.
People seem to somehow think that the unemployment rate is the number of people sitting around unemployed, as if there are thousands of companies with open positions and since the unemployed people all keep sitting on their butts, those companies are just somehow getting by without filling those positions????
The unemployment rate is the number of people who will be left over after all of the available jobs are filled.
It’s the number of people who are going to be wasting all of their waking hours each week looking for jobs that don’t exist.
And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.
Some things I’ve learned in the CBT clinics I’ve been going to regarding anxiety that I thought might be helpful to some.I need to show that panic disorder one to a lot of people wow
THIS THIS THIS THIS
THE PHOBIA ONE NEEDS TO BE HEARD MORE BECAUSE MY DAD’S GIRLFRIEND IS AFRAID OF FEATHERS AND HER DAUGHTER WILL LITERALLY THROW FEATHERS AT HER AND LAUGH AND THAT IS NOT COOL AT ALL
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand