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I'm being so brave rn. #tummyachesurvivor

I have an underskin zit on my chin thats big enough to make my jawline look pregnant and I don't wanna fuck with it bc it hurts but also lizard brain is insisting we pop it andusjedwiowjeeiekdjd I hate having a body sometimes

You can lead a horse to a technical support line but apparently you can't make that horse take 10 seconds to read the serial number off a sticker on the broken piece of machinery.

Idk who you should pray for, me or Dr. Horse.

This might be a short AFAB autistic transmasc-y problem but I feel like literal decades of being infantilized and the base assumptions that others make (i.e. I don't understanding the consequences of my actions, I don't think before I act, and chewing me out after i've experienced a consequence accomplishes anything useful) has made me incredibly reticent to ask for help or tell other people when i messed up. Like, I need to be independent and problem solve because every time I ask for help I get a lecture on how I fucked up.

It's really isolating. And yeah that is a consequence of me not reaching out, but defending your actions to someone much more invested in feeling Right than fixing the damn problem is. Exhausting. And I'm honestly sick of it.

Random Chicago Encounter: after telling a kiddo he can't pet my dog (a convicted baby-biter) he 1. Took the news like a champ. 2. Started telling me ALL about his future dog. Future dog is has all white fur and doesn't bite. His name will be Salamander.

My temper is shorter than a fly's pube rn I s2g

Puss in Boots is the sequel that Shrek and Shrek II deserved*. I will not be taking questions at this time but let the record show that I'm right.

*Pending soundtrack listening.

The combination of pressure change, temperature change, and forgetting to eat yesterdat (nausea) had me dizzy enough that going up and down the stairs became a journey in 3 parts. And that blarg-ness has apparently carried over until today. My head hurts. My eyes hurt. Coughing or sneezing makes me head feel fit to burst. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

Blaarararrarararrarag a player and the keeper at my regular Call of Cthulhu game are arguing and it's. Just. I hope they'll both be adults and talk it out and reach a compromise bc I really like this group and wanna continue playing with them.

But also the two dudes in question are cis white dudes.

The biggest difference between my father and I is that I live with my mistakes.

I <3 chaos

No boomo but I think it's actually really fucked up for parents to track the locations of their adult children, much less feel entitled to that invasion of privacy when their kids voice their discomfort over it.

Brought to you by a conversation I just had with my GenZ coworkers.

The woman who was my step-grandmother sent me three birthday cards this year. On one hand I think what she did (changed my grandpa's will so she was the sole beneficiary. that money was supposed to go to my cousin, who needs care his whole life) is unconscionable. On the other hand she was around during some very pivotal and painful parts of my childhood. I've seen what Alzhimers does to a person. And this looks like something under that umbrella

A very spiteful part of me sees the irony in this and is greatful we're not blood. A very sorrowful part of me says that no one benefits from this, least of all someone who made my grandpa's last days a little more comfortable. And a very very small part of me wonders who else she is reaching out to like this, or if I'm alone

EVERYONE AROUND ME IS ARGUING AND IT'S KINDA MY PLACE TO MEDIATE AND I'M SO TIRED AAAAAAAAAHATATHAGARATSGGHRHTHR