#I enjoy the dopamine rush of new brain rot

[whimsyswastry]

[attapullman]

Let's talk writing, and how rewarding it can be to do it properly.

I've been thinking a lot, and several of my thoughts navigate back to this post - one of my favourites about fan fiction and why writing is so important.

This absolutely extends to writing style! It takes time to not only write the piece, but re-read/beta it, add punctuation, finesse plot, and double check your grammar! Every time I read through one of my own fics I find something new to tweak to capture the vision, which is part of the 'slow dopamine' the post refers to.

This proofreading process actually prolongs enjoyment of your fic! You get to sit in those scenes a bit longer, have fun figuring out if you should have dialogue that's more choppy or a paragraph with one line to be punchy. In the moment it feels great to just put words on the page and hit publish, but in the long run the more time you spend with a fic until publishing the more connected you'll feel to the story.

Plus then you get to think about the style of your writing!

Writing isn't just words - it's also the visual. How does it look on the page? Is the amount of dialogue you have what you envisioned? Do your scenes have enough description?

Once you've mastered the basics of a high school English class, then you can break the rules! Get creative, have fun, be a rebel in the margins!

Those slow dopamine hits peak now, because you're seeing your entire fic come together exactly as you envisioned - not in a typo-ridden text post that is just a keyboard smash of your brain rot. Now others can enjoy your story just as you enjoy it!

That quick dopamine hit is a one night stand: quick, rushed, and in the moment exactly what you need to itch that scratch. And you may regret it, especially when other's are free to judge it. But taking time to revise your story and really put your best into it? That's the lifelong relationship with a partner who knows you intrinsically and fulfills your needs.

Now you can add a header, pop a little synopsis, and put a 'read more' for good measure before sending into the world!

And if you're upset/scared because you don't know basic English skills and are using this 'quick hit' style to hide behind? READ! Find authors you love and learn from them. Ask others to beta for you and teach you the trade. There's also plenty of online programs like Grammarly that will proofread for punctuation, spelling, and grammar.

It's time for us to get our slow dopamine hits and create content we're not only proud of, but will spark a revolution of spending time on our writing!

You might also be shocked at how much more engagement you receive...😉

[odetoagirl]

Dear Charlotte Perkins Gilman

is this good for me or bad for me, i cant tell. i feel productive, surely its better than rotting my brain away with concsuming short form media, this certainly requires active thought and prologonged attention, perhaps it is can e considered cretaive or medatative? at least i am creating rather than consuming for once. i can write for longer and longer periods of time, i have more inspiration and ideas, and more to say about those ideas, and perhaps i am improving my expression; although that i am certainly the least sure of. but i cant help feeling as though i might just be consuming my own tail, walking in circles, consuming myself, turning over and over, on the same things. it is neurotic and pathological.

im not intaking any new information, all i can see is all i already know, it is not learning in my usual way. maybe thats okay, could it be considered self reflection? perhaps philosophising or at the very least the development of my writing technique - i do search for the right word and look things up, which is better than nothing. i sort of think all this writing is akin to exercise, which i certainly do not do, but something whispers to me that i am becoming the mad woman in the attic who simply endlessly repeats herself, who cannot escape the fate she predicts of herself.

that is what this is, actually, it is running, it is exercise, round the same grand track endlessly, technique does improve, but slowly and little for lack of outsider critique, indeed you can go for longer and faster each time, but regardless round the track you go and waste away, does the track eat you or do you eat yourself as you continue you onwards, around again. never do you show anyone or compete or compare, you just run, alone, for it is the only thing that quiets your mind and stirs you. you might find when you stop to do something else, that you can do it a little better, but the thought that you must return to the track bleeds internally within you until you do. you used to go weeks without running, now it seems mere hours might drive you to gnawing madness.

so certainly what is it then one ought to do that i should do? ive trapped myself in a cycle of needing to relieve the mental pressure from writing, which certainly is not perfect, but rather a good coping mechanism when considering the alternatives. and too it seems writing is perhaps the only real thing that gives me purpose and joy and i feel motivated to do that cannot just be attributed to a cheap dopamine rush. i really actually enjoy purely for the sake of it, which im not sure i can say for any other single thing. it is not profitable, true, and i limit my own progression by keeping it private, but indeed it is better not to start here and hope to progress? to write in almost privacy here, where i can gain confidence and build the muscles so they might be lean and strong and gain stamina. if i write like this i can one day hope to have the confidence to do something with it, and i keep it all recorded, rather than thinking and being too fearful to write, which certainly might not ever produce any effects at all. i can certainly see that my attention span and concentration is starting to improve even if so very little, my inattentiveness has been snowballing for almost a decade, and this seems to be the only thing to have ever, if only slightly, offered some relief, some remedy. i am beginning to turn away from distraction as tempted by the thought to write, even as i type now my eyes are prickling with tears, i am realising right now with every word, is this what it is to feel, to want? i have to remind myself not to indulge in melodramatic fantasy, i long so badly to want something real that i must not mistake that for the want itself. still, i am putting the pieces together. 1. writing, especially in this way, anonymously, has no clear point or direct benefit in any tangible way. 2. i turn away from easier activities that do provide instant cheap pleasure and direct benefit to write. 3. i have done it for many years. 4. i continue to do it regardless of its fruitfulness, and in spite of the fact that it takes time and work and attention. 5. it makes me feel lighter, peaceful and free. 6. at the very least, even if it goes nowhere, i want to write. let me stop and check that i am not lying to myself right now, not simply caught up in a fictionalised wonder for the sake of it.

'is this what you want? do you want to write?'

'i dont know, surely if i did i would know by now, like know instinctively or at least feel inclined to say yes when you ask me'

'well why the fuck else would you do it?'

'i dont know'

'you have to stop reinforcing this rhetoric that everything you want or think or feel will come naturally to you, it wont, its okay, youre not that person - maybe you could be - but right now you exist under piles and piles of repression, self hatred and restraint, you will have to start to learn how to recognise things about yourself beyond intuition. you must have wants and desires and loves, but for you in this lifetime it will rarely be as simple as a following of your heart, it cannot guide you as it does most, it is far too armoured for that. instead, we look for other options, we learn to explore, and can do other things, like observe your behaviours so that you may come to realise how you feel. you have fought every instinct within your body so fiercely your mind really has won out over it; a difficult thing to do. your soul has forgotten how to tell you what it likes and wants, and so now we have to be hyper vigilant and watch where it still learns to slip through the cracks. your thirst for external knowledge is so insatiable because you know nothing of your subconscious. you turn over and over the same things here, swimming and searching through your own ego and conscious, finding only the same logic and patterns again and again, because your subconscious remains totally inaccessible to you. you have buried your soul in shame so deeply that you totally lack a part of yourself that you will not find by sifting through what you already know and arent afraid of. up to this point, the only other desire you had discovered was for women, which took so many years of discovery, despite your body screaming the signs - which you chose to rather actively ignore. regardless well done with that, even though its still hard, its the only desire you knew for a very very long time. and now, maybe we might add writing to the list. it doesnt have to last, or be in any sort of serious academic pursuit, you dont have to show anyone or profit from it. but learn to say that you like it, that it drives you, that you care about it, that you want it, that being better matters to you. you can be wrong, it doesnt need to mean forever, even if it makes you sick, just say it right now like you mean it. why dont you just try'

'i want to be a writer'

'okay now actually say it'

i want to be a writer.

[pastryfilledpup]

(You don't have to publically answer this I just want to be a weirdo and vent my admiration for your work haha)

I commented on your story but I wanted to reach out to your tumblr but I love your feeder s0ush!n fic so much I just wanted to say it again. I'm so happy you mentioned your tw!tter- I went there instantly haha. All of that sh!n art is so good he's soo cute when he's so fat and so soft. The convenience store uniform and the ramen picture were my favorites but they're all wonderful

(Apologies for rambling now and it might be tmi!) I appreciate extreme wg a lot, but I do think I lean to the less extreme side usually. I still like him big though haha. In your story I loved your description of his waistband pressing against his stomach until his button fly popped, that type of thing is really really hot shdjsj the taughtness of a full belly after being overfed a big meal is one of the best things ever.

But a soft, big tummy after gaining weight over a long period of eating good food every day is really good too! I think both sudden and slow wg suit s0ush!n a lot.

With the way S0u photographs sh!n a lot, one of my absolute favorite things to think about is how he would love to document sh!n's weight gaining progress over time both with pictures and written log of how sh!n enjoyed (or not) his meals that day or if he needed to shop for new clothes that fit him. He would take his measurements and weight down too of course haha. Having the photos to visually compare his body from the beginning to the weight he is at now is an added bonus.

Thank you for sharing your work again! I loved s0u pouring ramen broth into sh!n's mouth so much, but if I could make any request for any future works it would be so nice to see a hand-feeding s0ush!n scene with food you can eat by hand!

(again you do not have to answer this- just the fact that I could get my feelings out is enough! thank you for all that you share and I look forward to all of your future writing!)

no actually i will answer this mwuahhaha 😈😈😈

but omg???? do NOT apologize to me this kind of ranting is what i live for!!!! do you understand the rush of dopamine and inspiration and motivation i get from seeing things like this???? that's why i ask people to reach out! it's such a huge encourager and omfg i just want to write write write!!!! you're words are so kind and so sweet...ahh im tearing up smiling and laughing.

also your ideas for soushin???? nomnomnom im eating them UP! ill be honest im not even a huge soushin fan but i feel their dynamic is perfect for feederism...poor shin who wants to stop being thin, and the overly affectionate to the point of being sadistic sou, who just wants to show his love for the boy...aghhhh is so good. i would love to do a handfeeding fic sometime! handfeeding is so intimate and sweet...so relaxing and gentle... but i feel sou might not be too sweet the whole time, haha.

oughh and the things you said about the photos and documents ahiqoahywjaj uthrhshgajak urhhhghhgg ohhhh that's rotting my brain...id be so down to do something like that but doing a long slowburn is very intimidating... perhaps sometime in the future...

also im in the same boat haha. i don't like extreme sizes too much and usually find them more fun in art, but i cap myself to certain limits when writing and such. the convenience store one i admit i didn't give the artist much description, just told them to make him huge 😅. but i still love how he came out, and i love that artist very much. the soup one is also very lovely! part of my fic was inspired by that one. my personal favorite is the sleepy catboy, since i just want to cuddle with him so bad 🥹

but again, thank you for reaching out to me!!!! it makes me so happy im like yeah yeah yeah!!! weirdos forever!!! i have given up hiding my weird interests which is why i uploaded and started doing these works, because i was tired of not getting any good or genuine ones!!! being open about this has made me so happy, especially knowing there are others like me who want it! and dont ever be afraid to ramble as i eat it all up!!!!! my brain is rotten with wg shin ideas, do not be afraid to share i would love to hear them. my ask box is always open, and so are my dms. i am available here and anywhere you are comfortable. thank you really truly thank you. you are wonderful. i hope you enjoy what i have coming up next.

from your friend, pastrypup <3

[ionecoffman]

Hot People Are Stressful

In 2010, when I was 24 years old, I endured six straight months of recurring strep-throat infections before I finally got the green light to get my tonsils out. Midway through a round of antibiotics, I hauled myself into my new specialist’s office unshowered and wearing gym clothes I had collected from my floor, sweaty and rapidly losing any remaining will to sit upright. So I was not prepared for when the doctor walked into the exam room and revealed himself to be tall, broad shouldered, square jawed, and absolutely beautiful.

Embarrassment shot through my body. Why was his unplanned handsomeness allowed to stress out sick people? Why was his face that symmetrical? Why hadn’t the receptionist warned me?

A couple of weeks later, the hot doctor cut out my rotting tonsils. When he paid me a surprise visit in the recovery room, I was consumed again by the irrational belief that people at the far end of the physical-beauty bell curve should at least give the rest of us some time to compose ourselves before we have to deal with them. Instead, we’re left to walk up to a store counter, interact with someone we find arrestingly gorgeous, and pretend that nothing has happened.

I’ve chafed under this onerous expectation periodically in the intervening 10 years: There was another hot doctor, to whom I had described a rash in detail over the phone, as well as a hot mover and the occasional hot delivery guy. Every time, it was the same small sense of panic, embarrassment, and indignation. Aren’t people supposed to enjoy beauty? As it turns out, this isn’t just me being a colossal weirdo, at least according to neuroscience. Even if they don’t mean any harm, hot people can be very, very stressful.

The problem starts with brain chemistry. “When you see an attractive person, the left ventral tegmental area of the brain becomes active and will pump out dopamine,” says Helen Fisher, a biological anthropologist who studies attraction at the Kinsey Institute. “Dopamine is a stimulant to the brain, so some people might react with surprise or awkwardness.” That feeling is the weak-kneed giddiness that very attractive people can inspire, which can leave you fumbling for words and feeling off balance, even though a dopamine rush is a fundamentally pleasurable experience.

Based on Fisher’s research, which used fMRI scans to observe the brain lighting up in response to stimuli, the left ventral tegmental area (commonly referred to as the left VTA) is responsible for pleasurable reactions to beauty. Meanwhile, the right VTA provides the dopamine that fuels romantic love; the two responses are similar but neurologically distinct, which means that what people feel when they see a random pretty face isn’t necessarily a desire for romance or even sex. “The same thing probably happens when you look at a good painting,” says Fisher. “It can pump out the dopamine and perhaps make you slightly giddy.”

The left VTA appraises and appreciates what you see, but lighting up that part of the brain doesn’t necessarily make you want to interact with the person whose appearance gives you pleasure, which is why most people don’t try to ask out every hot person they see. The stress I felt wasn’t the same as a fear of rejection; my hot surgeon wasn’t even my type. Instead, I panicked because of a key difference between gazing at a painting and a hottie: A painting doesn’t judge you back.

That’s where a second, potentially more nefarious brain chemical comes in: cortisol. That’s the stress hormone that gets blamed for everything from weight gain to road rage, and Fisher thinks a cortisol spike is probably what I experienced when surprised by my extraordinarily attractive doctor. “Some people may see someone beautiful and feel very inadequate. Then cortisol would go up,” she says. A spike in the hormone can trigger a fight-or-flight response, which could be why my brain hurtled toward intense irritation and embarrassment at beautiful strangers in situations where I was at a disadvantage: when I was sick, in the middle of moving, or watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta inside my own apartment.

“It’s the context of who you are, how you feel about yourself, if you enjoy surprises—lots of things,” Fisher says. It doesn’t help that American culture tends to code physical beauty as an indicator of overall superiority, which can make the sense of inadequacy in these interactions particularly stressful.

While people’s brains certainly enjoy beauty, our appreciation is often not that straightforward, because our perceptions are also influenced by everything else about a particular interaction. Indeed, researchers have found that the adrenaline rush created by fear can make other people seem more attractive in the immediate aftermath. And if you’re already feeling good, Fisher says, suddenly encountering an attractive person can make you feel even better by triggering a dip in cortisol levels. In hindsight, that happens to me even more frequently than the panic I had with my surgeon, but humans tend to have better recall for negative memories than positive ones.

Even if hot people have the element of surprise on their side, that gets them only so far. “Good looks are important in the beginning, because it gets you to look at a person and you might go talk to them,” says Fisher. “It’s a great first signal, but mating has breaking points and escalation points.” She notes that usually, in the long run, being really hot isn’t enough to keep people attracted to someone who has a terrible personality or a bizarre worldview. Whether knowing that pretty people have problems too makes you feel better when you’re wearing a hospital gown and suddenly confronted with a sentient Ken doll is another issue.

Article source here:The Atlantic

[nancygduarteus]

Hot People Are Stressful

In 2010, when I was 24 years old, I endured six straight months of recurring strep-throat infections before I finally got the green light to get my tonsils out. Midway through a round of antibiotics, I hauled myself into my new specialist’s office unshowered and wearing gym clothes I had collected from my floor, sweaty and rapidly losing any remaining will to sit upright. So I was not prepared for when the doctor walked in to the exam room and revealed himself to be tall, broad-shouldered, square-jawed, and absolutely beautiful.

Embarrassment shot through my body. Why was his unplanned handsomeness allowed to stress out sick people? Why was his face that symmetrical? Why hadn’t the receptionist warned me?

A couple weeks later, the hot doctor cut out my rotting tonsils. When he paid me a surprise visit in the recovery room, I was consumed again by the irrational belief that people at the far end of the physical-beauty bell curve should at least give the rest of us some time to compose ourselves before we have to deal with them. Instead, we’re left to walk up to a store counter, interact with someone we find arrestingly gorgeous, and pretend like nothing has happened.

I’ve chafed under this onerous expectation periodically in the intervening 10 years: There was another hot doctor to whom I had described a rash in detail over the phone, as well as a hot mover, and the occasional hot delivery guy. Every time, it was the same small sense of panic, embarrassment, and indignation. Aren’t people supposed to enjoy beauty? As it turns out, this isn’t just me being a colossal weirdo, at least according to neuroscience. Even if they don’t mean any harm, hot people can be very, very stressful.

The problem starts with brain chemistry. “When you see an attractive person, the left ventral tegmental area of the brain becomes active and will pump out dopamine,” says Helen Fisher, a biological anthropologist who studies attraction at The Kinsey Institute. “Dopamine is a stimulant to the brain, so some people might react with surprise or awkwardness.” That feeling is the weak-kneed giddiness that very attractive people can inspire, which can leave you fumbling for words and feeling off-balance, even though a dopamine rush is a fundamentally pleasurable experience.

Based on Fisher’s research, which used fMRI scans to observe the brain lighting up in response to stimuli, the left ventral tegmental area (commonly referred to as the left VTA) is responsible for pleasurable reactions to beauty. Meanwhile, the right VTA provides the dopamine that fuels romantic love; the two responses are similar but neurologically distinct, which means that what people feel when they see a random pretty face isn’t necessarily a desire for romance or even sex. “The same thing probably happens when you look at a good painting,” says Fisher. “It can pump out the dopamine and perhaps make you slightly giddy.”

The left VTA appraises and appreciates what you see, but lighting up that part of the brain doesn’t necessarily make you want to interact with the person whose appearance gives you pleasure, which is why most people don’t try to ask out every hot person they see. The stress I felt wasn’t the same as a fear of rejection; my hot surgeon wasn’t even my type. Instead, I panicked because of a key difference between gazing at a painting and a hottie: A painting doesn’t judge you back.

That’s where a second, potentially more nefarious brain chemical comes in: cortisol. That’s the stress hormone that gets blamed for everything from weight gain to road rage, and Fisher thinks a cortisol spike is probably what I experienced when surprised by my extraordinarily attractive doctor. “Some people may see someone beautiful and feel very inadequate, then cortisol would go up,” she says. A spike in the hormone can trigger a fight-or-flight response, which could be why my brain hurtled toward intense irritation and embarrassment at beautiful strangers in situations where I was at a disadvantage: When I was sick, in the middle of moving, or watching Real Housewives of Atlanta inside my own apartment.

“It’s the context of who you are, how you feel about yourself, if you enjoy surprises—lots of things,” Fisher says. It doesn’t help that American culture tends to code physical beauty as an indicator of overall superiority, which can make the sense of inadequacy in these interactions particularly stressful.

While people’s brains certainly enjoy beauty, our appreciation is often not that straightforward because our perceptions are also influenced by everything else about a particular interaction. Indeed, researchers have found that the adrenaline rush created by fear can make other people seem more attractive in the immediate aftermath. And if you’re already feeling good, Fisher says that suddenly encountering an attractive person can make you feel even better by triggering a dip in cortisol levels. In hindsight, that happens to me even more frequently than the panic I had with my surgeon, but humans tend to have better recall for negative memories than positive ones.

Even if hot people have the element of surprise on their side, that only gets them so far. “Good looks are important in the beginning, because it gets you to look at a person and you might go talk to them,” says Fisher. “It’s a great first signal, but mating has breaking points and escalation points.” She notes that usually, in the long run, being really hot isn’t enough keep people attracted to someone who has a terrible personality or bizarre word view. Whether knowing that pretty people have problems too makes you feel better when you’re wearing a hospital gown and suddenly confronted with a sentient Ken doll is another issue.

from Health News And Updates https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2019/04/how-attractive-people-affect-your-brain/586870/?utm_source=feed