I donât even remember putting that thing down but now itâs not in my hand and I donât know where it went
âwhat do you mean you can just think about nothing? whatâs that like? I donât understandâ
*tuning out of a conversation halfway through somebody elseâs sentence because I just thought of something interesting*
carrying my psychiatristâs business card with me at all times because I see her once a month and every time I go I forget what floor her office is on. Iâve been there 8 times
âBetween A & B, A would be the right thing to doâ *a cascading thought process that takes a few seconds tops, justifying option B*Â âactually B would be the right thing to doâ
somebody else, later: why did you think B was the right thing to do??
me: âŠ. itâs not important, Iâll know better next time
(spoiler: I wonât know better next time)
I know you already told me this thing like 12 times but can you tell me again just one more time because I forgot
itâs not that I forgot that I wasnât supposed to do this thing. itâs just that in that particular moment i thought it was okay to do it anyway for reasons that would take 48 minutes to explain even though it only took me 3 seconds to justify it in my thoughts, so itâs easier for me to just say âI forgotâ
âI already told you thatâ âreally? I must have forgotten, iâm sorryâ âit was FIVE MINUTES AGO. in this SAME CONVERSATIONâ
this internal conversation:
me: I feel motivated to do this responsible thing
me: if I donât do this responsible thing right now I will get distracted and forget to do it for another 5 hours
me: so I should do this thing right this second, there is nothing stopping me
me: after I finish this one cell phone game
me, 5 hours later: I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN
almost flunking a class because I straight up didnât know any homework had been assigned despite loving the class and always attending
trusting the memory of literally anyone else over my own memory
intending to do something for days. sometimes months. never doing it
*cuddling somebody* mm this is nice ⊠*2 seconds later* bored now
somebody is mad at me. I might as well fucking d i e
the options in company are: overshare about the one thing I care about or not talk at all
insensitive or inattentive? YOU decide (and when you tell me that i hurt your feelings and I didnât notice Iâll rejection sensitive dysphoria into fantasies of disappearing forever)
being excellent at my job for months on end, doing everything right and everything well, and then suddenly & without explanation being t h e  w o r s t at it for several weeks, making dumb mistakes everywhere for no discernible reason
when asked to explain something: well it all started when I was a baby
âthey donât need that much explanationâ well YOU tell ME where to start b/c I have no fucking clue tbh
i canât throw away anything b/c when I look at it I remember all the sentimental reasons I keep it around and they seem just as important as actually needing it and when I close the storage box back up I forget I had it in the first place until the next time I try to get rid of my clutter and repeat this process
i wasntâ idle for a second all day and yet I didnât accomplish a n y t h i n g
am i a speed-reader or was I so impatient for what came next that I read only half a page and then skipped to the next one?
getting excited about a project, starting it, then racing to finish it as fast as I can because when I get bored Iâll abandon it and never go back. must beat the boredom
edit my fics? working twice on the same idea? /uproarious laughter
well I fucked that up. too bad I can never rework it because I no longer have passionate energy for it
me, opening a bottle of adhd meds: I donât have adhd. Iâm just a lazy bum who doesnât try hard enough
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