(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)

most problems will go away if you ignore them. of course they'll resurface with greater intensity, so you have to ratchet up your ignorance every time. luckily this can go on forever, until you die in some strange- assuredly unrelated- way

being obsessed w a piece of media is so scary. what if my mutuals see how insane i go about it and think oh i gotta check out what this is about and then think it sucks and kill me with rocks. what if they hate my favorite characters

The fact that he’s not actually struggling but just learned a habit from watching his human buddy snap bamboo is so precious.

Damn I was wrong about the behavioral hospital only being $5100. I just got another bill for $777 because their medical office bills separately from the actual behavioral hospital. Its alright though, that's still within the good faith estimate so I'm not arguing any further. I've also emailed the ambulance company again asking for an update about whether or not I'm getting any discount so I'm waiting on that response. If they respond today I'll say whether or not I need to start another donation post.

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

if i were a woman, i would tweet “ginger snapped so jennifer could body”, but i’m not a woman, and i don’t use twitter, and i haven’t seen jennifer’s body, and i don’t make a lot of money or have a car or look nice

I really need to make some friends because I like. Really want to play dungeons and dragons. I don't want to keep living my life wanting to do things and never doing them

Quiet Quitting is when you're not doing anything wrong but the vibes are off

did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true

no offense but if your friend is trying out a new hobby be fucking nice to them

Unmute !

Idk why I'm remembering this now but I have a mildly funny story about becoming an ex mormon. Okay, so the first thing you need to know is that despite living in Utah, I was a convert, because my parents didn't believe in forcing kids to go to church since they'd both been forced to as children and hated it. I converted at age 13. What you also need to know is that I didn't convert because I believed literally anything the church was saying. I hadn't even read the book of mormon. I had gone to church a few times and I was very confused about them talking about going to the moon or the sun or the stars when you died because we had scientific evidence that those were literally just giant balls of fire and gas or a big old rock orbiting the earth. Like people have been on the moon and not been dead, how is that a spiritual place? No, I wasn't there because I believed any of it--I was there because I had a huge crush on my best friend Kaylee (though I didn't realize it was a crush at the time) and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her and well...she had church or church activities twice a week. She ended up moving away after about a year and a half, and I left the church before ever going to high school because there was no point in going if she wasn't there.

Now, I had another friend named Anna who was over the moon when I converted. You see, her parents wouldn't let her hang out with anyone who wasn't Mormon. Now that I was mormon, she could invite me to sleepovers, to the mall, to where ever! We could finally hang out any place besides school! Also important, her father happened to be my guidance counselor in middle school.

Now, when I stopped going to church, Anna stopped inviting me places. I didn't think about it too much--how much I missed Kaylee was occupying too much of my mind to really care. I did notice she stopped sitting with me at lunch, but I had other school friends, so it wasn't a big deal.

Then it came time to meet with the guidance counselor to plan my classes for my first year of high school. My mom was present for that, since she wanted to make sure I was in as many advanced placement and honors classes as I was allowed to be in. And I noticed from the beginning that Anna's dad's face was really, really red the whole time. He looked more uncomfortable than I had ever seen an adult look. At the end of our session, he stopped my mom and I awkwardly said, "I'm sorry about that business with Anna. It's just, you know...we're really careful about the type of person we let her spend time with." Now my mom had no clue what he meant, she hadnt noticed anna's absence anymore than I had but was immediately offended by the word choice. She asked him, what type of person, exactly, did he think I was? He didn't answer and it was the most awkwardly tense moment I had ever experienced up to that point. My mom looked like she was going to slap him. I know we left without making a big scene, but I also remember my mom saying something along the lines of being glad she raised me to be intelligent enough to make my own choices, a very pointed insult towards Anna and her parents, which in hindsight is so fucking funny to me.