

It’s just flickering static. You’re not missing out. :)
ADHD advocate, former certified peer recovery specialist (specializing in suicide ideation when comorbid with neurodivergence.)
I don’t usually pay attention to whichever instance I’ve drifted into from all, so if you see me in a weird place, that’s why!
It’s just flickering static. You’re not missing out. :)
“I’m scared,” says Ralph.
But I am an author, and take control of this story. Ralph does not understand fear. His existence was short, his history nonexistent, his understanding of the world and his place within it unreal, characterized by the agony of going from non-being, to screaming awareness all in an instant.
The author has returned Ralph to the imaginary realm from which he sprang, freeing him, and any unwitting victims who witnessed his short, confusing reality.
Truly, the only monster here was the first narrator, a casual god who created Ralph only to serve as an instrument of suffering.
God, thank you. I have a long history of trauma such that ‘jokes’ about an unfun, unhealthy life aren’t fucking funny when they could be a cry for help in ‘joke’ form. I’d much rather offer someone who’s ‘joking’ the support they might be too afraid to ask for than to ‘laugh’ at a ‘joke’ about a bad time.
I don’t know why others don’t but I’ll say why I do, which is that I noticed people were remembering my username whether I had an image or not, so why not have an image? And it was early days, still is, so I figured… may as well be the first static.
This is entirely alien to me, and I can’t understand it, but… As long as you’re happy? I hope you are. For the most part, at least. If someone insisted on talking at me for long periods I’d lose my dang mind.
I hope you’re joking when you say your marriage is hell. If you’re not, maybe consider not being married? You deserve to not live in hell.
Oh my God! I also lived an entire life in a dream!
I was really lucky, because I lived to an old age, and then my husband died, and I was able to really come to peace with my life and have a healthy relationship with my grown children and my grandchildren before I woke up.
I guess what I did differently is I had closure, and peace. And it took a week for the reality to sink back in, and for this life to become the real one, but I always felt… that life had its chance, ended. This one needs my very different attention. I’d hate to do this one wrong because I was still living in the last one.
I’m so glad you found someone real to love. I feel like we should start a lived-a-life-in-a-dream support group. It would’ve been really nice to have someone who understood then, at the beginning!
Love… and… PEACE!!!
I was going to say, “pecking order.”
This needs to go to flippanarchy.
Identifying nazis should never be niche.
I wish we could trade. I’d give you some CHA if it meant I could stop injuring myself.
I need to start teaching “Charisma for the Neurologically Atypical” classes.
So I took it for a little while for my blood sugar. (I’m a non-diabetic hypoglycemic, and it doesn’t just ‘smooth’ glucose for people with diabetes- it smooths it for anybody who could use it for that. I’m off of it now because it’s so goddamned expensive.)
Lemme say… It’s such a miracle drug, and improves so much stuff, that I’m seriously waiting to find out that it turns us all into spider mutants or something, because even if I found out I’ll turn into a spider when I’m 60, I’d still take it. It’s that fuckin’ amazing.
Absolutely batshit that they’ve invented a drug so good, almost everybody wants to be on it.
You know that was why they stopped with calling them weird.
Because it was working.
He also made a statement about building bridges.
For those among you who don’t speak Catholic, this was a direct call-out to Trump. Francis was known for saying you should build bridges, not walls.
3 to 4 hours of focus on anything, every single day is so unthinkable to me I can’t even.
Even when I take my ADHD meds I don’t get those kind of numbers! Jesus. Maybe don’t feel like your existence needs to be justified by constant, sustained effort that can be measured? Sounds really stressful.
You could also demand to see the kerrygold’s papers, and then leave with it.
You really, really, really need to see women as people-who-might-be-friends, and not exclusively as fuck objects.
This joke is made all the better by the character’s name being Dr. Kalgary.