Sudden Repulsion Syndrome is what happens when a small decision or behavior puts an abrupt end to a budding relationship.
I get fight or flight but for relationships.
Like I loveloveloveloved maybe one or two people in my life, and out of nowhere I’d wake up one day and be so disgusted by them. The day before I was writing them in my diary and daydreaming about their cologne, and then suddenly I would gag at the thought of one guy’s laugh, at another guy’s little moles.
I think my least favorite part about myself is how I can never decide on anything but I always know how I feel about someone because my brain sends some strong chemicals 3000% too quick. I don’t know I’m over a relationship until I’m physically repelled by the person I thought I was happy about.
Or I’m 3000% the other way, and the norepinephrine, dopamine, serotonin are like little butterflies trying to make their way out of my throat while I profess some kind of undying love.
I’ll fight so hard or I’ll run so fast, and neither of us is ever ready for that.
A recap and review of the series premiere of the new Netflix show Ragnarok.
Ragnarok – In Norse mythology, the definition of the end of the world. Ragnarok begins with natural disasters and culminates in the great battle between the gods and giants.
Epic opening scene of the first episode.
After this quote I’m like oh, it’s a show about a guy with god powers, so who did they cast to play him? And then BAM!, Midnight City by M83 starts playing while our show’s lead character Magne (played by David Stakston), AKA the most Norse looking dude on the gods’ green gables, is introduced in a scene where he gazes out of a car window. I’d say it’s well casted because he looks Norse as fuck.
His mom Turid got a job in a town called Edda, where it seems she has some history. They are traveling to his grandmother’s house with his aunt and his brother Laurits. Laurits looks like the Loki to Magne’s Thor. His hair is black and he looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in years.
As they’re pulling into the town, an old man in an electric scooter stalls in the middle of the road in front of their car. Magne chivalrously hops out to help the man cross the street, and an old woman watching goes up to him. He makes some electric eye contact with her, and can suddenly tell that it’s going to rain and rips the hand-crank window lever off of the door of the car. Lit.
In his new high school, he’s introduced with his brother to the class. The teacher, a nice man named Erik, is talking about the old Norse gods. It turns out Edda was the last town in Norway to become Christian and give up faith in the Norse gods. Erik explains that in the old Norse mythology, Ragnarok happened when the gods were betrayed by the giants and died, but nobody knows where the giants went. Definitely some foreshadowing happening here.
Magne gets seated next to his new friend Isolde, a dip tobacco chewing environmentalist that has a YouTube channel, a septum piercing, and blue highlights. She isn’t exactly Miss Popular, and someone sends her a nasty message by bending her bike, which Magne fixes easily with his super strength.
Magne has a hard time in school, he’s dyslexic and wears glasses. He plays with a Tangle and doesn’t concentrate well. However, in the past two school days he discovers that he no longer needs his glasses. He comments on how pretty a girl named Gry in his class project group is, but so far we don’t have any details about her.
It’s the boiz, from left to right: Fjor, Isolde, Saxa, Gry, Laurits, and Magne.
Magne’s mother Turid’s new job is in accounting, for a corporation that seems to own the town. The owners of the corporation are the Jutul family.
Something is definitely off about the family, comprised of the tycoon father Vidar, the teenage son Fjor and daughter Saxa, and the seemingly cold mother Ran. Ran is also the principal of the high school, and very gorgeous with her high cheekbones and platinum blonde hair.
“How old is she, 50? She looks like she’s 30. Whatever, she’s definitely had some work done,” Turid says on the phone.
Daddy Vidar asks his kids to keep an eye on Magne, but only after he pees right in front of them in the bathroom while Fjor is lamenting that he doesn’t really look like a senior in high school and flexing his six pack in the mirror. There’s a weird Joneses Family vibe coming off of them.
Isolde’s invites Magne over to eat at her house, and we learn that teacher Erik is her dad.
Isolde is trying to save the town’s polluted tap water because she thinks it has something to do with her mother’s untimely death to cancer. Magne reveals to her that his father also died young. As he’s leaving her house, Isolde’s book bag falls and reveals a very teenager-y lovey dovey page in her notebook with Saxa written in big red letters, two pictures probably from her Instagram, and a sketch of them holding hands. She makes Magne swear not to tell anyone about her crush.
It’s probably not that big of a secret because at family dinner time, Turid questions Magne about Isolde and asks if maybe they’re dating. Laurits quickly interjects there’s no way because she’s a lesbian. “My gaydar never fails,” he says convincingly.
In another scene, Magnes’ mom is using a hammer to fix something and he takes it from her to try and help. The hilt of the hammer has an insignia on it that is his father’s family crest, and he gets that weird electric reaction when he touches it.
Isolde and Magne are hiking to the top of a mountain owned by the Jutuls, and what’s most important in this scene is to pay attention to how Isolde’s blue jacket matches her blue eyes and blue hair tips perfectly. They almost reach the top of the mountain, and Magne does a weird jig jump over a metal chain with a “restricted” sign that really didn’t sell me on how this guy is supposed to be the most powerful guy? Isolde stepped over it much more gracefully.
I mean?? She deserved better.
Magne gets a text right before his phone dies that something is wrong with his mother so he leaves Isolde alone while he runs back down the mountain, but it turns out that Laurits was just messing with him. Loki? Laurits? I’m not fooled here.
Meanwhile, Daddy Vidar gets nakey on top of his mountain and goes full Norse exorcism to hunt some wild sheep. Seriously. His eyes go weird yellow and he starts to hear a deep voice speaking with a lot of gutteral Nordic j’s. He breaks the neck of one of the sheep and rips out the heart and proceeds to walk his lil birthday suit butt to a peak overlooking the valley to roar while he eats the heart.
Isolde is exploring the mountain by herself and finds a strange door that says “Property of Jutul, LETHAL DANGER” when Vidar’s roar pulls her away. Magne, traveling back up in that direction after getting pranked by his brother, sees her literally paraglide back down the mountain and get struck by a power line. Vidar (now clothed in his sleek black tuxedo because he’s rich baby) jumps out of his car to help resuscitate her.
Magnes is sad about the loss of his new friend and runs into the street, in the rain, to go scream it out. Thunder breaks out across the sky in sympathy, and the episode ends.
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Ihave some questions here, like what happened to Magnes’ dad?
Is the water supply really contaminated and is that really what made Isolde’s mother sick?
Who are the Jutul family, really?
Let me know what you think about this new series! I think it started off pretty predictable with the whole new kid in town premise, but I really like Isolde’s character and I’m interested in seeing more.
There are people, like me, that succeed out of spite.
Nonsense has been released post-partum to our intense liking of one another. I am not convinced that I have ever felt love, but I am certain that I have felt a strong need to attach myself to someone that loves me.
I think of you and I laugh.
Who could have predicted that I knew how to work this hard and this fast, and you knew how to run away so quickly? Your mother is my second mother and she still sends me her favorite Netflix recommendations.
Sometimes I hear music and it doesn’t remind me of you.
I only think about the one year and a couple awful months that happened when I think about how young I was and how bad everything is when you’re 20 years old. I think about how you said you never make it to seven months and I think it’s because you’re a cheater and a liar, a phony and a narcissist.
I am getting more.
My best friends and I are going on a trip this year to see something new. I am tired of seeing the same things and hearing how people fall prey to the same mistakes. I want to hear new stories and see new environments.
I always hated your singing,
Everyone is good except you. Your slight lisp is not affectionate in the slightest and you should quit immediately. It’s hard to be the bearer of bad news except when it isn’t hard at all because you belong on another continent, far away from me.
If you’re singing it usually means you’re happy and when you do anything harmless happily it is good, so you are a good singer because singing makes you feel good.
In junior year of high school I made a Great Gatsby-themed music video for extra credit, and my best friend and I modified the lyrics of Royals by Lorde, Roxanne by The Police, and another unfortunate song to be from Daisy’s perspective. It was horrible and cringe-y, my singing was not great, and it still exists somewhere on YouTube.
My friend had to rap for a music video when he was pledging his fraternity in college, and it’s the worst thing ever. Frat guys smoking cigarettes while wearing Supreme, rapping about joining their frat. Yikes.
My other friend was recorded singing Invisible by Linkin Park while he was fixing a computer. He was embarrassed after a lady recorded him and she was laughing at him.
None of us are great singers but I think we’re all good because at the end of the day we’re all going to jam out to Fireflies even though we got made fun of and embarrassed for singing.
Even if you get laughed at publicly, you’re still probably going to sing in your car when the next Adele song comes out.
I don’t know too many other things that are like that. Even if you’re “bad” at it, you’re still going to sing because it feels too damn good.
Today I was in my first day of media training, and one thing that the instructor said stuck out.
This is about the field of crisis communications and public relations, but I think it applies. The instructor said you can have lots of good moments in your company but nobody really ever remembers those. Those memories are slippery. But if you have one Delta airlines, Starbucks, Tide Pods, Nike, or Boeing fiasco, it sticks.
You remember the bad better than you remember the good and that’s why when things are bad they feel so much worse than when things are good.
The good is there, though. Even if it is slippery.
For New Years’ Eve I had two friends over and we went to a Total Wine store and bought a bunch of mini liquors, drank way too much, and played Taio Cruz, old Drake, Kanye, Jason Derulo, Evanescence, Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, that really sad song from Up, and just danced to all of it. We danced for hours and celebrated countdowns for New York, Los Angeles, Papua New Guinea, Alaska, and Hawaii. It was so much fun, and I was thinking today about how I never dance like that.
And by that I mean I totally learned how to do the goth rave dance and laughed so hard I thought I was going to collapse. Please watch the video so you too can have the best time ever with your friends while drinking mini bottles of peppermint vodka (yuck!) and limoncello (yum!).
Nothing says New Years vibes like goth dancing to the song “Married Life” from the critically-acclaimed film Up.
I wish my vision was 20/20. Please read that in every possible way you can conceive.
I guess I have some goals, and I’m not one of those people that gets upset over New Year’s Resolutions. I like holidays and events and I like that we put so much meaning on the beginning of a new year, especially since this one is the beginning of a new decade!
I was 12 in 2010, and obviously a lot has happened. But it feels like I was still doing the same steps that you’re “supposed” to do, like finish high school, graduate from college, get a big girl job, move out, blah blah.
In 2030 I’ll be 32 and it’s funny how that number seems so far away. This is the decade where all the cool stuff that wasn’t all planned out for me is going to happen. I could potentially fall in love, get married, adopt a nice 3-year-old, and who knows what else? Or I could, you know, not do any of that and that’s okay too! I could really kick it out of the ballpark touchdown goal and do really well in my career and end up a PR Goddess like Samantha Jones from Sex and the City. Who knows. Not me.
I want all of that to happen, but I think it’s best if we take it one year, month, week, day at a time.
My 2020 goals are:
Get more skilled at my job and move a step up in my career
Learn how to cook
Read a lot
Write a lot
Figure out a diet/exercise plan that works for me
More music!
I’m going to a cool training next week for media relations and they’re going to teach me how to give an on-camera interview which I am so so so excited for!! I can finally start being the C.J. Cregg of my dreams and at least have a certificate that says I can answer press questions on camera. I just hope they can teach me how to stay cool and calm like a real PR Goddess.
What’s that? Oh you need me to host a press conference? Not a problem. I keep translucent powder in my purse just for last-minute moments like this.
I can’t cook for shit, and that’s a Fact. Everything I make turns out too cold or burned, so I stick to my tried and true Trader Joe’s microwavable meals and a handy lil guy called Mr. Crock Pot. But this year, I’m going to start learning how. My kitchen is the size of my closet, which is great for my closet but not great for my kitchen. Priorities. I need to learn how to utilize the lack of space and dedicate some time into learning the craft.
I think I only read like 15 books in 2019, which for me is slacking. I need to get that library card renewed and jump back in. I love books so much, but it felt like this year reading was hard. I don’t know why, because as soon as I sit down and actually read I feel so good and zen, but getting myself to read was hard. Not this year.
I have a bunch of ideas for books, and I am the worst person ever because I will talk for hours about a really great book I’d love to write and never put down a single word. I’ve filled out seven journals in my life, and this past year I think I literally wrote maybe 30 pages. This year we are going to be Writers. Then maybe next year I can learn how to pitch a book to a publishing company! One year at a time!
I started the Warrior Diet last week, which is actually feeling pretty good. Fast for 20 hours, then eat all your day’s calories in a single four hour time period. I like that I know I can eat pretty much whatever I want and not have to worry about overdoing it. I ate a whole can of Spaghetti-O’s today, for example, and I feel great about it. I’m also pretty sure that’s not how this diet works, but when I become a great chef I’ll make balanced meals.
I had the day off from work today, so I found a beautiful park with a lake and a nice 2-mile trail that wraps around it. I think I’ll feel a lot better exercising outside and breathing Fresh Air than cooping myself inside of Planet Fitness with all of the other New Year’s Resolutioners.
I’m listening to Harry Styles’ new album Fine Line, and I just felt super inspired to play more of my own guitar and have fun singing. I need to listen to more music, go to some live shows, and dance! More dancing in 2020. 2020 better be one big cybergoth dance party.
If you’re reading this I hope you have an excellent 2020 full of lots of good moments and that you get one big surprise that you didn’t even think you wanted but it happens and it makes you so happy you get inspired to do something great.
I felt you in my legs before I ever met you. And when you lay beside me, for the first time I told you. I feel you in my heart, and I don’t even know you.
I can’t remember the last time I heard a song that really made me feel something so strongly. When I was a teenager, I used to stay up with Panic! at the Disco albums on repeat on my iPod and I would just imagine what being in love is like. I thought if love sounded anything like Brendon Urie’s voice then I must be on the right track. Then I heard this song and it brought back everything.
I remember my first big big crush.
I remember driving home feeling so different, and I was so sure everyone could see it. I drove home and I kept touching my swollen lips and I knew that the world knew that I’d been kissing for hours. That I just had this air about me that screamed I had found the big L-O-V-E.
I was worried about the leaves on my windshield from spending the night at the boy’s house, because they weren’t the same leaves as the tree in front of my friend’s house that I told my parents I would be sleeping over at. I thought my mom would take one look at my windshield and just know.
Then summer passed and I never really felt that way again with him. And I stayed, and stayed, and stayed for way too long. Long after the maybe-love was gone, the butterflies had escaped out of my throat, and the “iloveyous” were preceded by tears and they really just meant “I’m sorry.”
Flew home, back to where we met. Stayed inside, I was so upset. Cooked up a plan, it was good except I was all alone. You were all I had.
I remember heartbreak, and I remember realizing after that it wasn’t a real heartbreak. I just didn’t want to be lonely. I didn’t want to go back to being alone.
I was so so so confused about whether any of it was worth it. The funny thing about dating a stranger (through an app, through a chance meeting) is you don’t really know the other person on the end. You don’t know who they were in high school or college, or if they ever got a detention or if they ever smoked weed.
I think I forced it because I wanted love so awfully. What was maybe supposed to just be a fling I stretched out well past its expiration date.
I think it’s too much for me to meet someone and in one or two months decide that I’m ready to be in a relationship. I don’t even make friends that fast. I definitely don’t love that fast.
But I get so excited and hopeful about love. I love love. I feel like I was meant to experience every single type of love there is and some days that puts me on a rush and other days that makes me scared.
I don’t think I am a faucet. I think it ends at some point.
Read it as “pretty” and “hard.” Separately, but at the same time. I worked beautifully and I worked mightily. I worked pleasingly, lovingly, and dearly and I worked unbreakably, diligently, and powerfully.
I do anything I care about pretty hard. I write pretty hard, I love pretty hard, and I sleep pretty hard.
I love words and love and dreaming. Most of the time all at once, and it’s pretty hard to keep up with.
I crashed pretty hard when my family moved across the country, I burned prettier and harder when I fought for a crush (because it wasn’t love, not really) that was never worth my time and was never supposed to happen. I picked myself up pretty hard and got some pretty hard internships and got a pretty hard job with pretty hard decisions to make.
What I am saying is that I can be breathtakingly resilient and my resilience can be breathtaking.
What I am saying is that after two years I am pretty hard to break.
Prattle Peach 
