AnasAbdin

if i look back, i am lost
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@administer-distractions
if this site cared about baseball like hockey.........
Men are not conquerors by nature. Men are sapient beings capable of metacognition and compassion by nature. Conservative men are just misogynistic bastards by choice. Men who aren't pieces of shit don't have this problem. Girls whose fathers aren't garbage don't have this problem. Bioessentialism isn't real. Character is a choice. Worldviews are a choice. Actions are a choice. Do better.
A thing no one talks about re: ADHD is that you can't... gain experience, the way other people do.
I don't mean you can't get good at things through repeated practice. You can do that, I have done that, but I don't trust it.
I was driving this morning and thinking about how I have never developed the blasé contempt for it most people seem to despite never having caused an accident in 20 years because my sense of time is such that I might as well have been driving for a week. I'm a good, safe driver, but I do not have a heap of confidence in my driving despite having regularly done it for two decades because my sense of time is such that those two decades may as well not have happened.
I finished editing a novel today. When I publish it, it will be the 64th novel I have published in the last 10 years, not counting ghostwritten work. You'd think after a decade and 63 novels I'd be confident that I was capable of writing, editing, and publishing a novel—even be confident about the timeline for this—but no. No, I feel like I'm doing it for the first time, every time, and I was surprised to have finished the editing at all, let alone on time. Because those other 63 novels were published in a past I have a vague at best concept of. I have a record that says it happened but I do not feel it.
I cannot trust my future behaviour because for me there is functionally no past. I know it occurred, I have records, but I don't feel it the way people without this kind of memory issue do. I feel inexperienced at everything I've ever done and I cannot accurately estimate my skill level at anything, particularly not on the fly.
I don't have a solution to this I just find it an incredibly frustrating phenomenon.
someone understand me challenge
Christians when they die and go to science instead of heaven
some people on the internet have only been on here for five minutes
i will never get over this one i’m afraid
i think snakes are the only bitches that understand how food should work. a grand meal once every month or so is all anyone needs
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
these types of tweets make me feel like a celebrity who has fake death announcement every two weeks
Samantha: do the people know about Ampersand Island?
me: ... no.....
this is Ampersand Island. every time I come across a beautiful, interesting, or unusual ampersand in my archival travels I take a screenshot and place it neatly in this little pile on my desktop
same bro
sorry about not replying I think I’ve gone missing
need someone to talk me out of giving myself a mullet. i don't really want one but my sides are pissing me off and i don't know if i have the patience to let them grow out
i really feel like i was supposed to be one of those people that doesn't figure out they're trans until they're like 60 and i go from being a normal granny to a biker santa type. except i figured it out like 40 years too early so now ive irrevocably fucked up my save file and i just have to grind xp until i get to the level im actually supposed to be at
happy pride month to the fuck tree I guess