Time management? I just spent an extra 25 minutes in the store stealthily evading someone I knew from high school.

There is no time management. Only me panicking because I'm in public, and the mundane haunting me down the hallways as I become Splintercell.

Does the fact that neurotypicals exist weird anybody else out? Like, there are thousands of disorders out there and you don’t even have one of them???????

going to therapy is one of the sexiest things you can do. if you go to therapy you're so hot it's unreal

Forever a "pleasure to have in class".

"Oh, it's just a cold. Don't worry, it's not COVID."

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I miss the evolution meeting where we all decided to gain the ability to differentiate between viruses?

How can you *not* recognize you're bullshiting everyone else, including yourself? Listen to your cognitive dissonance. Because if you're going to be an awful person and spread this debilitating, potentially life-long, life-threatening disease, at least just own it. Just admit that you don't care about the lives of other people (not even yourself) enough to take precautions, and stay away from me.

something so annoying to me is when people get sick now they don't even acknowledge that it could be covid. it's so fucking irritating and weird !!! like i am very guilty of sort of pretending covid doesn't exist anymore but whenever i get sick i always take a covid test but people i know get sick and they just act the same way they did pre-covid. like just being annoyed but still going out and doing everything normally and expecting people to hang out with them without them taking a covid test. people act like they can't get it. i am so annoyed by "it will never happen to me" ass motherfuckers EXERCISE CAUTION!!!!! in all areas of your life please

i've heard people say "ADHD isn't real" or "everyone is a little ADHD" my entire life so fun fact:

my medication, Adderall, is an amphetamine. like you know. the thing people get high on. my brain is physically different enough from yours that it does not make me high. so shut up

Lololol

I still mask because my health matters to me, as well as the health of the disabled, the immunocompromised, the elderly, and children. I still mask because I don't trust anyone's covid status if they've been choosing not to wear a mask in public. I still mask because it's been working for me all this time, even when I've been in close proximity to covid positive people. I still mask because covid is unpredictable, and I'd like to not fuck around and find out.

It sucks that once upon a time I used to be able to watch random TV shows and movies. One after the other. But now, I can't do it. I barely can watch shows I know I'll love. I want to watch Good Omens Season 2...I keep opening the app, staring at it, then the overwhelming exhaustion takes over and I close the app again.

Okay, listen; I need transitional music. Like in TV shows but in real life.

Finishing using the washroom? It's time to get some transitional tunes playing so I can wash my hands and get to my next activity.

I. Need. Theme. Music.

The funniest version of that has to be playing Third Eye Blind. If Third Eye Blind (or a similar '90s jam) shows up in my transitional music rotation, I just picture whimsical scenes of LA traffic and street signs in my head.

How am I supposed to differentiate between what I'm actually interested in and what's just a passing hyper fixation that I'll just waste loads of money on only to abandon in a few weeks' time?

Honestly, not knowing who you are and what you actually enjoy is exhausting.

Stimming isn't enough. I need to violently vibrate out of existence

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

Police supporters regularly admit that the police are the bad guys. They just don't care.

“YoU sHoUlDn’T cAlL yOuR mEdS dRuGs!!1!” Shut up, Karen. They’re my drugs, I can call them what I want.