I’m great at shirking responsibilities.
I’m great at shirking responsibilities.
I have been falling behind in my posts. And I could come up with an excuse at the drop of the hat, but I won’t. I’m just lazy and can’t be bothered to update at the moment *shrug*.
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.
Today is the first day in a long while that I’ve skipped a morning at the gym.
(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 …
I started out writing a post about my brain and the fear it tucks away into whatever nook and cranny it can find for use at a later date, but then I got distracted.
