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maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient
maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.
Friend group chats are fun. Today one of my friends, who keeps pet crayfish, found babies in a tank that was supposed to be a males only. No choice but to empty out the whole tank to fish out the babies of unknowable origins. But lo and behold, there was a culprit: one teeny tiny little female had somehow escaped containment, evidently specifically going out of her way to break into this all male tank to get railed by like 15 males twice her size. Possibly completely different breed, too. Monsterfucker supreme.
So for a good solid hour or so, the whole group chat was focused on. slutshaming this one specific little crustacean. With like 300 babies.
i swear my consequences dont even have actions
i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive
yk i’m sure lots of people have noticed this but like
chinese people do this thing where they refer to a thing by [place of origin] + [generic name]. kinda like how we say french fries (they’re not french but that’s another problem)
like the name for prosciutto is 西班牙火腿 which literally translates to ‘spanish bacon/smoked meat’
and pasta is 意大利面 (italian noodles)
and quesadilla is 墨西哥烤饼 (literally mexican baked/roasted pancake)
i know lots of languages do this but in chinese it seems to be the norm?
my new obsession is using common sayings by vaguely referring to them
ok, but at rock bottom you’re comfortable. you’re safe. you’re not falling anymore, and the ground’s got you in an embrace, whispering in your ear like a mother hushing a child. maybe i don’t like the feeling of falling anymore.
daily affirmations:
i am kind
i am in control of my emotions
it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone
everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen
i am kind and in control of my emotions even when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone
Loosing my mind over FUCKING Jairs
generally speaking when it comes to mental and physical health, if you're asked "do you struggle with this" and your answer is "no, Because I Have A System," then your answer is actually yes
Also, for ADHD symptoms specifically, if they ask something like, "Do you have trouble waiting your turn in conversations?" and your answer is, "No I'm a grown up I don't interrupt people," but you are constantly finishing sentences for people in your head and have formulated three replies before they finish talking.... the answer is yes, yes you do.
And if you can stay in your seat but are constantly bouncing a leg, clicking a pen, tapping out a rhythm on your thigh, or otherwise fidgeting, the answer is, yes, you do have trouble staying in your seat.
Neurotypicals do not require iron clad self control and three coping techniques to sit still during a meeting.
What if your answer is "No, I don't have trouble waiting my turn because I can't tell when it's my turn so I never take my turn."?
*taps sign*
Fuck's sake. I have more issues with waiting my turn than I realised!
just got home from school, i’m just going to Lie Down for five minutes! i promise!
hey guys you’ll never guess what happened
just got home from school, i’m just going to Lie Down for five minutes! i promise!
on parents
i just, like.
my parents love me unconditionally. i know that. they moved to a foreign country to give their children a better education and environment. they work endlessly to provide for us. they’ll walk through a hailstorm if it means we make it home safely and not alone. and that’s why i’m so hesitant to say - or even think - this.
i try my best not to cry in front of people out of a mixture of insecurity, fear of awkwardness, and general uncomfortableness with outwardly expressing emotion, so it doesn’t happen a lot. but when i do cry, it’s like it doesn’t affect my parents at all. they look at me with neutral, blank expressions. disdain and slight annoyance, depending on the day. then they’ll move on with their lives.
dad, i know - i know! i have no clue why i’m crying over a little jab that my mother made at me in jest. hormones, or something. i know how annoying it is. but i’m your daughter - your child - and i don’t know how you feel nothing. i can’t even bear to see a child’s eyes brimming with tears, but you seem to display apathy at best towards your daughter.
i suppose that explains why, ever since i was a child, i’ve fantasised about somebody hugging me out of the blue and asking if i’m okay.
i know you two love me. i just wish that i made you feel something. i wish you’d care.
things my father has done: called soy milk ‘edamame milk’
behind every late diagnosed neurodivergent person is a parent who has absolutely nothing going on at all don't worry about it
my father, sitting next to his bookshelf full of coffee books and bus miniatures while talking to me about his ‘common knowledge’ about the opium war after recreationally reading mathematics books: what is this Neurodivergence you speak of