Ty: look at this shit [url]
Rickard: ugh, it's terrible!
Ty: 5000 notes though
Ty: I guess we're wrong!
Rickard: aaah, I also wanna kill myself
Rickard: but I don't own a gun!
Ty: not even a pretend one?
Rickard: I never picked one up
Ty: how about a bottle of sleeping pills or something, got those?
Rickard: not pretend ones
Ty: well that stuff WAS pretty terrible
Rickard: extreme measures then!
Ty: nice knowing you
Rickard: haha, how worried are you I'll actually down a bottle of pills right now?
Ty: only slightly.
Ty: I was taking a brain test on an app last night, just like for fun
Rickard: hurry to tell your presumably lame story about how smart you are so I can say my thing
Ty: Apparently I score high on "brain processing speed" (no other areas though).
Rickard: So what does that say about MY processing speed, jumping to that realization before you could even verbalize it yourself
Rickard: moral of the story; no matter how smart you are, I'm smarterer
Ty: I was answering a phone call in between...
Rickard: moral of the story; I'll always find a way to be smug
Ty: That's the moral of every story with you
Rickard: my morning haze just lifted
Rickard: and I just remembered
Rickard: did you call me a good friend out of the blue this morning?
Ty: I did
Rickard: what were you, drunk again?
Ty: ah come on, I don't drink that much
Ty: I was trying to have a human moment with you
Rickard: so no excuse, you're just like, super gay
Ty: no, just a poor judge of character
I made a video to make sure you’d all remember I’m going to be at PAX East! Watch and enjoy! Or.. WILL you?
Yo, Ty Halley and I are getting to the heart of important issues over here
Ty: I don't know why I bother arguing with people
Ty: It never ends in my happiness
Rickard: I never argue
Rickard: If a person isn't smart enough to assume I'm always right I can't be bothered with them
Ty: wait... that's not true! You argue all the time!
Rickard: So I found this new anime
Rickard: I think Ty would've liked it
Rickard: if only he wasn't DEAD TO ME!
Ty: yeah. I really liked turning that phrase. but you're right, it just muddled the structure, had to kill that baby
Rickard: good boy
Rickard: I'm all about killing babies
Ty: You're way better about killing babies than me
Ty: I should take a page outta your baby killing book
Rickard: the trick is to shake them really hard
Ty: ever feel like you're on the same page as someone
Ty: and then think
Ty: you might not be?
Ty: i'm talking about
Ty: we'll say it at the same time..
Rickard: baby MURDER
Ty: LITERAL babies
Ty: OKAY! phew
fenrirlives said: Have you used any of your Ty and Rickard conversations in twogag? Can you please do that at some point? It would be balls off the wall hilarious
Ty: So NBC had some live Sound of Music production
Ty: It just makes me realize how much better you can do this story when you have the luxury of any setting and multiple takes
Ty: You know what? That movie was good
Me: I have work at 7am but am wired and here you are talking about Sound of Music
Ty: I mean, don't you agree?
Ty: Okay I'll let you sleep, but Sound of Music was a good movie
Ty: Dream of it
queensalanderstark said: Can you give some advice for a person who dropped out of college, to follow her dream (I want to be a doctor.) But I failed the test I need to take to get in med school (in Brazil) more than 3 times. And today my Mom said to me that when other people ask her what I'm doing... she feels ashamed to say that i'm still studying to get in college. I mean, I'm still nothing. I'm feeling like shit, but I can't give up, but I have the feeling that no one believes that I'll be in med school someday. :/
Nobody has ever been nothing. We are all equally something and some of us are much luckier than others. I was less lucky than I am now for over a quarter of my life, which is something like three quarters of my adult life - I’m not lucky enough to be good at math - my point is, I’ve felt like “nothing” for more waking hours on this planet than I’ve felt like anything.
I’m as bad at giving advice to others as you are at passing that med school test. But believe me, that’s all that test is measuring: your ability to pass it. It is not measuring the type or quality of doctor you might one day be, and it is certainly not measuring your worth as a person. If this is something you honestly want, I would bet you’re going to end up getting it. Or, at the very least, being totally satisfied that you left no stone unturned.
Your Mom is probably just expressing, in that frequently frustrating Mom way, that she’s worried she’s not being a good Mom. She doesn’t want to see you fail, she doesn’t want you to have a bad life, because she’s measuring her abilities as a Mom by your outcomes, same as you’re measuring yourself by this med test. I’m sure being a Mom is harder than being a doctor but I’m also sure the entrance exam was easier. Moms can’t push a button and stop being Moms just because we’ve decided we’re grown up, and the things they say in an attempt to keep “raising” us can get under our skin. But the biggest favor you can do yourself and your Mom (and everyone else) is to be confident about what you want. To know why you want it. Then you have honesty on your side. Then anyone opposing you is opposing the truth, and that’s a bad side to be on in the long run.
I don’t know you, I don’t know you’ll be a perfect doctor, or a doctor at all. There are realities with which to contend. But because reality is inescapable, it’s important that we make a choice, in our heads, to counterbalance reality with things that defy it. Gravity is a reality, but humans fly. The language we’re exchanging, the fillings in our teeth, the pavement on the road outside, everywhere you look, for better or for worse, you’re going to see evidence that accepting reality is not a human’s tendency, and not what we’re good at, and not, in my speculation, what God or Natural Selection hired us to do. We’ve been hired, by this universe, to dream, to aspire, to make things that weren’t real real - and because that involves a lot of failure, we’re damn good at doing that, too.
Without the benefit of details, I say stay the course. I say keep failing. Fall flat on your face, feel every scrape, roll in the dirt and scream in frustration. Tell your mother you love her but the fact is, she either raised a doctor or she raised a girl that’s going to fail, spectacularly, at it, and in either case, she’s done her part. Go fail that test a fourth time. And get it on the fifth. Or sixth. Push this thing to the absolute limit, make them create a new law against your level of desire, make them arrest you for wanting to be a doctor, and when they let you out, run to fail the test again, so that when you’re slipping away from this reality, which could happen at any time, you’re not spending your last moments thinking anything but “well, I did my best.” Also, watch Rick and Morty on Adult Swim in December.