It’s not unusual to find me talking to myself. I do it while grocery shopping. I do it while cleaning. I do it lifting weights. When I talk to myself (let’s be truthful here, when I talk-sing to myself), I’m processing the thoughts in my head one at a time instead of a million at …
For as long as I can remember (yesterday, I can sorta remember yesterday), I’ve had the unfortunate problem of Word Vomit. I open my mouth to put forth my very organized and succinct thoughts, and instead spit out terrible innuendos, wandering tangents, and misremembered talking points. It’s not as if I weren’t paying attention to …
Like the axe murder that just won’t quit, my fear of trying out new things returned this weekend. But you know what? I’m fighting back.
(or How I learned to accept my Neurodivergent tendencies & became über productive in very short, highly energetic bursts that leave me feeling drained for a day and a half, but hey, at least I get shit done)
My brain is an ever-roiling ocean of anger and fantasy. Its nooks and crannies are full of daydreams, nightmares and memories of conversations that happened 20 years ago. Is it any wonder I have a hard time remembering to feel emotions properly?
I am so so so excited, y’all! For the last few weeks, I’ve been working on writing a fanfic, one of the longest ones I’ve ever embarked on. It’s based in a well-lored universe, and there is no limit to the information I am able to google! ‘But why is this worth all of my …
If there is one thing my partner (the hubster; husbandman; that guy with the beard) can confirm, it’s that when I’m pushed to do something that I a) was already planning on doing or b) had very little motivation to do, I become a stubborn ass (like a donkey, not a butt) and cannot be …
