My reaction to everything right now is either “Son of a bitch!” or “Dude…”
I am amazed at how much the frequency of my saying these two things has gone up recently. It’s actually creeping me out just a little. I’m not entirely sure why.
Ich bekomme noch seltsamer
Somehow - and I’m not entirely sure how other than the fact that I can turn literally anything into a joke - I’ve just had the craziest looping turnaround in my emotions tonight.
During the day: I hate myself so much.
After getting home: I’m a monster who doesn’t deserve friends or happy things! Save yourselves and leave me alone!
Middle of the night: Maybe I’m overblowing things.
Nearing midnight: I’m okay. I’m okay! I’m…BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! YEAH I’M TOTALLY OKAY! THIS DOESN’T REMIND ME OF ANYTHING, EITHER! HAHAHAHAHAHAA~
After midnight: I hate myself so much. I should find what just happened to me kind of funny, but I feel like too much of a lousy person.
Now: That…was actually kind of funny in a way. I’m totally incorporating this into my writing. Still kind of creepy, though.
zineron said:I’m playing music from someone else’s blog right now so I’m not sure I’m experiencing what you’re experiencing
Yeah, everybody else seems to hear Tumblr-uploaded music fine, too. I wonder what happened that only I can’t access half my blog’s music collection right now.
Does the Tumblr music player look weird on anybody else’s blog? And does it also not play? At all?
There’s a long lecture video I need to watch for the new museum exhibit I plan to work in and I don’t want to interact with my fellow human beings anymore for a while, so that’s where I’m disappearing to. Hopefully I get my brain back by the time it’s done.
fluffixation said:that is really bleep-bleepin’ RUDE of them wow.
Although, looking back on it now, I may have phrased what I actually said extra shittily. That still doesn’t give my mom an excuse to answer “I think this certain way about a certain outside thing and I don’t know why” with “You’re still really judgmental, you know.”
- Me to my parents: I have a problem and I would like your help in understanding it.
- My parents to me: Get a life.