Charmeleon! Wartortle,
Mewtwo, Tentacruel, Aerodactyl,
Omanyte, Slowpoke…
That’s all I’ve got. I will shed a single tear in remembrance of happier days.
🌌 we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
Charmeleon! Wartortle,
Mewtwo, Tentacruel, Aerodactyl,
Omanyte, Slowpoke…
That’s all I’ve got. I will shed a single tear in remembrance of happier days.
I spent a lot of time trying to figure out the difference between these icons:
Another clue it isn’t Quebec is that Quebec wouldn’t bother having a separate US section when the States are just a couple hours drive away.
Congrats on getting the job!
No regrets. The dream was unrealistic; the path to it filled with shitty pay, shitty people, and shitty tasks - all for a 0.001% chance of success. I realized I preferred having a normal life and enjoyed my youth instead. My current life is more enjoyable than chasing the dream ever was.
No more Pauli exclusion principle. I’m not smart enough to describe what that world would look like… which is exactly why I would do it.
It’s a close call between kidney stone (the initial dislodgement from the kidney into the urether) and labour… Kidney stone wins because it had the element of surprise, extremely rapid escalation (0 to 100 in less than 10 minutes), and unlike labour contractions it just. kept. going nonstop until I got those sweet sweet IV drugs.
“And there’s a funny thing about honesty; there’s no two ways about it.”
This quote from Lassie Come-Home comes up whenever I’m not sure if I should be honest about something bad that I’ve done. It’s a pretty good motto.
That, and “Smile, tomorrow will be worse.”
Never be afraid of paramedics, they aren’t there to rat you out. They just want to know what they need to do to make you better/not worse. They hate paperwork as much as anyone, and a dead patient is a ton of paperwork.
But back before medication, that frustration would just stick in my brain.
Yes! Exactly that. What you call emotional stickiness I call spiralling. Before meds, once something upset me it was nearly impossible to stop. That minor annoyance made me feel anxious and upset, which in turn reminded me of other times I felt that way, and it all amplified.
I’m glad you’re in a better place. Remember, if you can’t make your own neurotransmitters, store-bought are fine. 👍
I take fluoxetine. It doesn’t have an immediate physical effect like Tylenol, Gravol, and the like. The effect builds up with time. I would describe it as feeling like “quiet”. Fluoxetine gave me the ability to quiet bad thoughts. From there, I had more stability to climb out from the pit of despair and anxiety.
The first few days (maybe two weeks or so) after starting, I slept a lot. Where I used to go to bed at 11:30pm and wake up at 5am, I was now out like a light at 8pm. My brain was finally quiet, so I could feel my body’s exhaustion.
The next thing I noticed is that I was able to let small annoyances slide. I used to be triggered by stuff like someone playing music too loudly in the bus. Instead of hyperfixating on that sound and ruminating for the entire bus ride, I could now let it fade in the background and think of something else.
After a few weeks, I noticed less crying, less blowing up at my partner, and less panic spirals. That time and energy I could now put into other stuff: chores, hobbies, socializing. I wanted to be happy and I felt empowered to make it happen, rather than at the whim of the exterior world.
While fluoxetine greatly diminished my lows, it also muted my highs. In my manic-ish days I felt “happy” for hours, and often hypersexual. Now my happiness was different, like… instead of going on fun rollercoasters and having my heart race, I was now sitting in a cozy armchair with a cup of tea and a snack, and my heart was peaceful. I do have a lower libido, which is tough on my partner. (OTOH I now contribute a lot more to household tasks, so it events out lol.) I do miss the euphoria I used to be able to feel, but I don’t wish it back because I know the price I had to pay for it.
Dark purple, red, orange.
Flip a car while streetracing on a narrow three-lane highway in the middle of the city, in moderate traffic that was moving 70 km/h ish at most. Amazingly they didn’t take anyone else out.
I called 911. They redirected the call to the police station. After I described the incident, I could feel the officer’s eyeroll through the phone. It was odd to realize that something so extreme for me was literally just another day for them.
I was disappointed to find out the oldest picture on my phone is a system icon file from 2017, two phones ago. I guess it tagged along on the external SD card.
A whole dozen of people?! That’s pretty good by American and Canadian standards.
The serious thing: When taxes, interest rates and mortgages were no longer abstract concepts but things I dealt with on a regular basis (I have spreadsheets!)
The funny thing: When I realized I could spend >500$ on a telescope without having to ask, wait, bargain or argue with anybody about it. I want it, I buy it.
That’s because the cost of living is a bitch. We may make 5x more but our bills might be 7x more than yours, so overall we’re worse off.
Oh shit, this made me remember my experience. As a kid, I had two books that were definitely cursed. Every time I cracked one open, something awful would happen to my family. Being renovicted from our apartment. A parent developing epilepsy. The other parent losing a job. And so on.
The books were sentimental so I held on to them for a long time. When I was an older teen, I even opened one of them to “test it out”… sure enough, parent had a seizure that same day.
I have since gotten rid of them and I steer clear of books on similar topics.
I’m late to the thread but I just wanted to say THANK YOU for taking the time to write it all up! You’ve helped me understand a few things about abjads, which makes the original post even more hilarious.
I’m a public servant, so while it’s easy to tell people I work for The Government, it’s a lot harder to explain what I do. My job is a mish-mash of like three different roles in one of the least popular departments. When people ask, I say I work for (our version of) the DMV, and that’s usually good enough.