Me when someone asks me what Sex and the City character I am, and I say none cuz I find them all insufferable, knowing damn well that’s a Miranda ass response, but I can’t say that cuz I hate her, and that’s where my Carrie rising shows cuz ultimately I hate myself.
The neurodivergent paradox: won't message first, won't answer calls, avoids eye contact... but if you speak to them? Suddenly the funniest, most passionate person in the room. We're just waiting for a safe space to switch on.
been trying to do this recently and it's lowkey amazing exposure therapy because (in a good way) u get desensitised to ppl being put off by u but it's like who gaf i was literally just myself