To be fair 99% of our evolutionary stress response was meant to deal with far more immediately conclusive scenarios than the tedious bullshit we put up with these days.
very very slow tigers are chasing me
not to leave a serious comment on a silly post but one of the best pieces of advice I ever got about stress was to SLEEP but secondly, when overwhelmed, lay in a bed and intentionally hold all your muscles clenched. clench EVERYTHING. hold it for a few seconds, then let go. It tricks your animal fight-or-flight monkey brain into thinking it had, and won, a fight, and some of the stress response will leave you
#turn a slow tiger into a fast tiger with this fucked up trick
when an author sets up a narrative choice where all the options are scary and bad and the protagonist chooses kindness and it changes everything because it opens doors that shouldn’t be possible and every single time i go FERAL
the best execution of this was in undertale. The game constantly tells you kill or be killed but you can choose to not. It would be so much easier to just walk through the game and fight whetever you happen across but you can stick it out and be kind. And at the end youre given such a raw line. “despite everything, its still you” because damn. It is still you. You proved to a harsh world that kindness is always an option.
yeah, “what if hannibal was a chill guy who didn’t commit a single crime but will thought he ate people anyway” is pretty funny but personally i think it’d be even funnier if he committed literally any crime EXCEPT cannibalism but was still a prime suspect in the serial cannibalistic murders sweeping across the states while his true offences remained undiscovered
will: it’s him, i know it’s him, i can SMELL the smoke on his clothes from the barbecue he used to roast the burger patties he made from his victims
hannibal, who just got back from burning down a building to dispose of the body and evidence after poisoning one of his dinner guests the night before, but not before looting the victim’s collection of expensive watches to sell to buy himself a new 3 piece gay bitch suit, now sitting at his desk calmly filing false claims on his taxes: and if you are wrong, will?
when one character brokenly says “i have nothing to offer you” and the other character looks at them with fond exasperation, because there’s nothing else they could want except the gift of their love. that shit gets me.
