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I think my biggest neurodivergent tell is that I'm visibly uncomfortable during small talk, yet totally at peace when someone starts oversharing the weirdest shii I've ever heard.
getting older doesnโt happen the way you think it will. one day you just wake up and think oh my god, my purse is way too small. I need a bigger bag. I need to take a gigantic purse with me everywhere I go. I need room for my hand cream
Trust me, one day, you will be in your house, playing your favourite music as you make your favourite meal for dinner, and youโll realise that you are living an answered prayer.
I have "Emergency Calm."
I will have a mental breakdown over answering a simple email.
But if the kitchen catches fire? I enter a flow state. I am cool, calculated, and precise.
My brain was not built for modern bureaucracy. It was built for the apocalypse.
I am a specialized crisis unit trying to survive in a world that just wants me to file spreadsheets.
i love february i love valentine's day i love love i love pink and red i love hearts and heart shaped things i love teddy bears i love roses and i love handwritten love letters
I donโt want to be rich so I can buy a Rolex or a Chanel bag. I want to be rich so I can take my parents on holiday. So I can go to the gym randomly at 2 pm on a Wednesday. So I can cook every meal at home with fresh ingredients. So I can walk through nature in a place where I feel safe. So I can treat a friend to coffee without worrying if it tips me over budget. Thatโs the rich life I want to cultivate, not the one that was sold to me.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern, or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. And eventually, the bill comes due.
Me driving home knowing there wonโt be a second date, but at least she knows that her depression comes from seed oils cutting off the energy supply of the mitochondria.
I heard a lady on a podcast say...."I finally get it...I am the problem. I walk into people's life with energy, loyalty, love, and peace they never had...and truthfully, never deserved. I disrupt their comfort zone of chaos. They're not used to real. They're addicted to dysfunction. That's why they start acting weird... because my presence requires growth, and they aren't ready for that. Cool I'll take a step back. Keep your mess. I'll keep my peace!!