me every 5 months: oh hey wait the fucked up stuff started earlier than I thought didn't it
this is about me realising today that it was not, in fact, normal for my ex to yell at me for hours because they asked what was in the salad dressing at the Olive Garden and I said "I don't know but it's good"
I really did let my brain get pan-fried in a bunch of bullshit about how it's ableist to tell someone "it's good" about a food because autistic people are always getting told their food preferences are too specific, when I should have just been like, okay but I literally don't know what's in this. I didn't make it. the fact that I am enjoying eating it is the limit of my earthly knowledge on the subject. the Olive Garden has a fucking website though
if this post strikes the briefest note of familiarity within your soul please leave that person, I've seen the future and they do not get less exhausting


















