NevelioKrejall

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Good for you. Gotta respect ya self 💪🏼

I see this opinion a lot and just can’t understand it. Oatmeal raisin cookies are great and chocolate chip cookies, melty or not, are just okay.

I have an inner monologue but it’s on like a half-second delay behind the actual thought. Like, I can picture a pineapple without thinking of the word pineapple first. Sometimes an entire sentence worth of meaning will form in an instant but the words don’t come until I’m trying to speak or type the thought out. Sometimes I can’t access a word at all, even though the concept is clear in my head and I know there is a specific word for this specific flavor of the concept.

Also, I can’t rotate a cube in my mind’s eye, but I can rotate a chicken.

Brains are weird.

Bloody slegs. Think they own the footpath!

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. 🍻🎺

I didn’t get to come out. My mom’s piece of shit boyfriend invaded my privacy, went through my bedroom and computer, then showed my mom my private journal and browser history. She then outed me to everyone in my family and at her church as a way to get sympathy for herself. She pulled me out of the school where I had just been elected student body VP and switched me to one closer to home so she could have more control over where I went. She took away my computer, pawned it and kept the money for herself. She did her best to cut me off from everyone supportive in my life, though the courts forced her to let me see my dad. She told me I was possessed by the devil. I was basically imprisoned in my own home, only allowed to go to church and to shitty Christian “therapy” until I turned 18 and moved out.

And if my grandmother had wheels she would be a bicycle!

Sebastian, every time. I have attempted others, but I always come back. I guess emo twink that plays D&D is just my type.

I do not share your paranoia and I feel less despair than you seem to, but I am right there with you about AI art being a real problem. You don’t have to be a flawless human being to be right about that.

The Dr. Seuss Bible!

Just… Don’t stop? Keep walking. They legally can’t stop you and they know it. It’s a psychological barrier, not a physical or legal barrier. Make direct eye contact, smile, say “No, thanks” and keep walking. It’s worked for me so far.

Brand name Adderall made me suicidally depressed almost overnight. It went away over about a week when I switched back to generic.

Not remotely. If you feel like you’ve seen everything, it might be time to consider a (literal) change of scenery. There are too many places to go, different people to meet and try to understand, books to read, flavors to taste. Seeing it online isn’t the same as seeing it in person with your own eyes. You could go a day’s walk in any direction and likely find something you haven’t seen before. You just have to be looking for it.

Humans will take any chance to reduce complex and nuanced psychology into rigid, prescriptive labels. It’s all astrology, only the flavor of the meaningless noise changes.

This is how assholes test your boundaries to see how far they can push you. It wasn’t a joke until you pushed back.

This was my favorite game as a kid. Doing fan-art and a D&D campaign about it for years got me hired on as an artist for the new one! It’s gonna be wild.

I’m glad she lived!

Mine isn’t this bad, but I can relate to the first-day-on-Adderall thing. It was wild when I walked into my messy bathroom an hour after that first dose and my brain just went: “It is possible, even reasonable for you to clean this bathroom, in a finite amount of time, without every moment filling you with dread. This task will not consume your whole life day.” My brain had simply never done that before. I could just choose to do something and–perhaps more importantly–to stop doing something. I remember I was hyperfixating working on a hobby project at 11 PM on a work night and my brain went: “If you stop working now, brush your teeth and go to bed, this fun project will still be here for you to work on tomorrow. You don’t have to keep at it until 6 AM and then go to work without sleeping.” That seemed like such a foreign concept at the time. It was weird to hear that from my own brain, not in a “you’re being bad” way, but in a “it’s going to be okay” way. There was a lot of happy crying those first few weeks.

Just wish I’d been diagnosed in college instead of in my mid-30s. I might have graduated.

People like to throw around the word ‘lazy’ but it’s more like I can’t turn it on OR off unless I’m medicated. Once I’m in the zone I will work until I grow a beard, then wither away, then my crumbling skeleton grows a beard. It would be a powerful thing if I could aim it.