Conspiracy Craft takes a stab in the dark at the latest potential Warcraft trademark, Warlords of Draenor.
A second possible Warcraft trademark has everyone on the edge of their seats and plenty of speculation is making its rounds. With a name like Warlords of Draenor, it screams World of Warcraft or at least associated with the franchise.
So just what can we glean from these two key words. Not much and too much at the same time. So let’s break down each word and try to discern where the next adventure might lie if this is truly to be the next expansion.
Anonymous asked: Do you have any tips for dealing with anxiety? I felt like I was doing so well an than all of a sudden it's back and it sucks.
Exercise. Get more sleep. Eat something remotely healthy. Jerk off. Talk to people. Not necessarily in that order.
I realize anxiety about talking to other people is really common, but it’s important to try, because anxiety is really just your own thoughts bouncing around in your head, fucking with you. The fact that it can make you afraid to get out of your own head is basically like being in an abusive relationship with your own brain; it makes you feel shitty about yourself, and then intimidates you into not talking to anyone else.
Anxiety is the stupidest fucking thing. Like, depression sucks dicks, but anxiety is just such a complete shithead motherfucker of a disorder. I’m not belittling it, I’m saying that if it was a physical thing living in the human body, I’d be first in line to Osmosis Jones myself down to Innerspace and go into everyone’s brains and punch it in the fucking face.
You need to remind yourself that you are bigger and better than your anxiety. Galvanize yourself. Hype yourself up. Do pull-ups and then stand in front of a mirror and talk shit to imaginary antagonists. Go to the beach and scream into the fucking ocean. In a sense, shake yourself up. I know this sounds like total gym teacher advice, and “fake it till you make it” is a totally idiotic mantra, but it’s more productive than “sit there and be terrified of your own existence until you die of old age.”
If your body is a car that you’re driving, and anxiety is sitting in the back seat, whispering new things to worry about at every intersection, you’re not going to accomplish anything by pulling over and listening to its bullshit. You need to become Kurt Russell in Death Proof and smash your anxiety into a bloody fucking mess by driving like a badass.
Now, bear in mind, I’m not by any means saying you should harm yourself; I’m saying you should ruin your anxiety’s trip. Whether that means running and lifting weights until it shuts up, and you’re too tired to let it keep you up at night, or talking out loud so you can’t hear it, or hell, making fun of your anxiety until it develops anxiety of its own. Go outside and LIVE. Exist as passionately as you can to spite those evil ratfuck worries that squirm around inside your head.