one of those days where I feel like my heart is on the outside. super raw, not in a bad way. but visceral. Like a long cold draft against a windbreaker or a flowy skirt. my stomach in a yearning pang of butterflies for something I cannot see but feel in my soul.
As someone with deep sensory issues you couldnβt pay me to eat saucy cooked dinner food with my hands like them African mukbang style cooking videos. I canβt even do crumbs.
what if the big autism/neurodivergent ID push is also to increase the neuro population to beyond 20% of the population to minimize the effects of neurodivergence on dismantling the narratives and all the shit weβre great at doing that prevents mental slavery
developing thoughtβ¦.
I read that neurodivergent people in tribal communities throughout history kept everyone safe (pattern recognition, hypersenses, different sleep patterns) but the benefits of having neurodivergent tribe members dissipated after they increased to +20% of pop
Imagine them asking Tupac for receipts of Biggieβs weight and the Tupac DNA in Faithβs underwear to consider Hit Em Up a hit π€£π€£π€£ this is still so funny to me