self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything
People often compare yolo and carpe diem, but I think they actually convey different messages.
Carpe diem, in the context of Horace’s ode, comes from a place of caution: you shouldn’t build up elaborate hopes for the future, since you may be fated to die any day. Therefore, it’s most sensible to live each day to the fullest in the present (which, to Horace, is pretty much relaxing and drinking wine by a nice stream under the shade of an arbutus tree).
Yolo, on the contrary, encourages risk-taking: “you only live once,” so you should take advantage of opportunities, do impractical things, or act recklessly, because otherwise the moment might pass you by forever.
I think the two are conflated so often because of the most common English translation of carpe diem, “seize the day.” “Seize the day” sounds a lot like yolo, implying that one should take advantage of the day’s opportunities with decisive action. The Latin phrase carpe diem, though, literally means “pluck the day” (as in picking fruit or flowers), and is part of a series of agricultural motifs in Horace’s ode—it means something more like “enjoy the fruits of the day.”
Excellenter! Gratias, quod hoc scripsisti!
I’m the type that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.