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.
(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?
