once you know the truth about blobfish seeing the average image of one gets really distressing and sad
the truth about blobfish is that they’re deep ocean fish, native to waters deeper than 2000 feet, and when they’re in their native depths they don’t look that much weirder than any other fish
their bodies are essentially a hunk of flesh that’s held together by the water pressure where they live. it’s an adaptation that makes it so it’s easier to move around at those depths
when they are removed from their natural habitat they suffer severe decompression damage and become the huge amorphous blobs that everyone thinks of when they hear the word “blobfish”. they’re literally not meant to ever look or exist that way, they’re essentially being pulled out of shape because humans brought them to the surface (they’re often a bycatch of bottom fishing operations). it sucks
fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone
working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone
It’s even more bizarre for us writers because fake conversations with yourself becomes fake conversations with your characters.
Have you ever created some alien race with a really weird language and you were making weird ugly throat sounds in the shower and your mom’s like “what the fuck are you doing”
good job, guys, we’re killing the shitty pet food industry this time. it can’t POSSIBLY be that we just recognized Gravy Train or Kibbles and Bits for being piss poor food choices; no, we’re just treating our pets too nicely.
try to actively stop yourself from thinking of food in terms of moral value. like, sure, eat your vegetables, but having a slice of chocolate cake doesn’t make you irresponsible, lazy, undisciplined, or a bad person, in any way; this mindset we absorbed from all around us is toxic and dangerous and you’ll be happier if you fight against it.
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