I’m sick of seeing #sickburns about how so-and-so is a “shut in” or whatever like feel free to put this post in your cringe comp but I’m severely depressed and have been grappling with mental illness literally my whole life and have trouble dedicating any energy to getting out and doing things or making and maintaining friendships. My whole life I’ve felt broken and like I was unworthy of even having friends and this problem was only exacerbated by my abusive ex socially isolating me so I don’t want to hear any more epic fucking clap backs calling people shut-in losers because I guarantee that people being shut-ins is 90% of the time a symptom or sign that something is really wrong. But whatever I know this site doesn’t give a shit about the mentally ill unless it’s convenient or a way to gain clout so fuck me I guess.
the worst emotional truama ive ever recieved in my life is in 2nd grade, i went to catholic school and i was really acting out that day because something my teacher did my made me blood boil, so i acted out and got to sit on a bench alone during recess
however, in defiance i ran to the slide and did the only thing i knew how to do when i was upset at someone and pissed my pants
my teacher was forced to clean up the unpacified rage that was my urination off the slide and of course my mom got called, when i got picked up by her later that day, she began to ask me if i still liked Hillary Duff, who was like my weird 2nd grader TV crush and i got all happy shaking my head like YEAH, YEAH I DO LIKE HILLARY DUFF IS SHE HERE
and thats when it struck, the peircing lance that struck my heart, and i will never forget these words my mother told me:
“Hillary Duff doesn’t like pee pee boys.”
This is exactly the kind of weird 2nd grade kid shit I remember
One ridiculous side effect of my legs skinnying up enough that my thighs don’t meet even sitting with my knees clamped together: dropping stuff!
As I was just reminded again, I had better not try to set anything smallish on my lap temporarily, or it’s liable to make a floor escape through the Lap Crack. Including paperbacks thinner than The Stand and my phone, often as not. One other favorite: scissors you want to use again very shortly!
Bonus: when it hurts to pick the crap back up out of the floor.
Yet I keep forgetting and automatically doing this anyway 🙄 Because of course I do.
Seriously though, the main reason I haven’t dyed my hair at all in over a year now is the level of hassle rinsing/ washing it out properly without staining everything has turned into around here. Between the lingering shoulder BS and the (yes continuing) shower thing.
Going to have to figure out some sort of workaround, short of getting a salon to do it, because jfc. I know getting some color in my hair would make me feel more like me.
Alberta separatism makes zero sense if you are a landlocked province. How would adding the bureaucracy of having to go through an additional country make exporting oil easier? 🤨
Everything you need to know about the modern oil industry and their apologists is that they consider not building a pipeline a bigger existential threat to them than climate change.
As a Brit I genuinely cannot comprehend how anyone can look at the absolute clusterfuck that is Brexit and think “let’s copy them”.
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