love a good story about a powerful, high-level autistic who finally breaks the curse and accepts himself for real after convincing himself he already had. Tale as old as time.
i am laser focused on finding a woman with joie de vivre and a fat ass but I am learning I have NO CLUE how to identify who has a fat ass when they are clothed.
mfw when i use 100 meditation/therapy techniques to see that it's possible to be productive without a thousand acts of internal micro-violence
> I thought all of this stuff I was doing was the kind of stuff your average grown-up had to do in order to be not hopelessly neurotic
why is "missing your ex" supposed to make you feel pathetic? i miss every ex. should i be ashamed of my good taste? that my heart has never made a mistake?
Sorry for being so weird at the party the other day. You’re a wonderful host, but it turns out that I was in the “refusing the call” stage of the hero’s journey so I was being a little unreasonable