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[nategraynyc-blog]

imessage 💬Matt

Nate: Matt

Nate: Matt

Nate: Matty

Nate: Mattyyyyyyy

[nategraynyc-blog]

imessage 💬Rus

4/2/19 8.34PM

Nate: Hey man!

Nate: Haven't heard from you in days! How you been?

[deafanders-blog]

i kinda want a new name or another name

suggest me names

[deafanders-blog]

i was talking about this over on twitter and i've used this metaphor before but it feels very relevant now, so im going to talk about it again.

i want you to imagine that i, Generic Sad Person, am sitting chained to the wall of a very gross and damp cave. the chains are very short and the entrance to the cave is pretty far away but i can see the entrance and hear what's going on outside.

i would also like for you to imagine that you, Less Sad Person, are standing at the entrance to the cave, seeing me chained up and looking gross and sad.

you have some options here! you can ignore me and continue walking, which is okay. i will be a little disappointed, but i will also understand. i'm in a pretty sticky situation here; trying to help me is a big undertaking. you've got your own stuff going on, that's fine.

you can stand at the entrance, in the sunshine and the pleasant breeze, and tell me about how it will all get better someday! you can tell me all about how i just need to flex my weak little noodle arms a little harder and break the chains binding me. you can tell me all about how getting chained to walls in dark damp caves happens because some higher power says it's supposed to happen.

this is fine, sort of, but i'm not going to like you very much. you're standing at the entrance to the cave and you're making it obvious by how much you're talking to me that you could at least try to help, even a little. but you're not! making these words at me will not make the cave less damp or the chains less heavy or me less sad.

you can stand at any point in or around the cave and tell me about your own cave, and how deep and wretched and drippy it is. you can cry about how heavy your chains are.

this is also sort of fine, but you are out of your cave and walking free and i am in my own cave, chained up and trapped. you understand what it is like to be here, at least in theory! again, making these words at me is not helping.

or, you can come in to the cave. you can bring some blankets and some snacks and your laptop and a few candles. you can sit with me a while.

the chains will still be there, and your butt might get wet, and i might cry a little. i can't really help that.

but i can tell you that your sitting here with me helps. maybe i have not had another person in my cave for days, weeks, months. maybe years! company is important.

also, again, i don't really want to talk about how gross and awful my cave is. i spend a lot of time thinking about that. i don't need to think about it more. i need to think about other things more.

my chains will rust away someday, i promise. someday i'll see the sun again. until then you've just gotta bear with me.

[deafanders-blog]

i feel like i might be aromantic because the idea of dating seems weird and foriegn and uncomfortable to me due to several unhealthy romantic relationships

but i am also incredibly affectionate and i think kissing and cuddling are the bee's knees

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[deafanders-blog]

* brandishes cane menacingly * you kids these days, you're so lucky, what with your ship names just being portmanteaus of the names of the characters involved.

i remember the olden days, the days of the pokemon fandom, where ship names were long and strange and hotly contested. you younguns dont know how lucky you are.

[deafanders-blog]

google search query: how do i know whether i'm aromantic or just bitter with low self esteem

[deafanders-blog]

it's so hilariously ironic when pornblogs follow me

i am a sex-repulsed asexual

you are in the wrong place