thank you furries, thank you self insert fanfic writers, thank you “mary sue” oc creators, thank you sparkledog/cat creators, thank you cosplayers, thank you otherkin, thank you “weird” gay people & “weird” trans people, ppl with xenogenders, neopronoun users etc, thank you goth & emo & punk & scene ppl, thank you everyone with over the top / outlandish fashion styles
thank you to everyone who expresses themself and their interests no matter how “weird” or “cringe” they may be . youre all incredible and u make the world a more vibrant and wonderful place just by being here :]
OK the only people I have known who have a garage fridge are Korean and use it for kimchi because they make enough of it they need a Designated Kimchi Fridge, so I get that.
But can my fellow white Americans please explain what you put in the second fridge?
Raw meat. Pizza. Drinks. Ice cream. Precooked meals. Baked goods. Idk anything else you may need later.
you bitches better hope that twitter doesn’t actually die because that means that i’m going to be taking all of my excess random thoughts and putting them here instead of on my nice quiet locked account which means i’m going to be subjecting you to like 9-15 posts a day like “anyone else think young kyle machlachlan looks like a butch lesbian” or “what if tony soprano was bisexual” or “i have a mosquito bite”
this is like saying "you better hope they don’t close the park at night or i’m going to wear my clown make-up to your juggalo concert”
movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….
girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.
if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:
I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–”
“Ten,” I said.
“What?”
“J. J is ten,” I said again.
He stared at me.
“I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him.
Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.”
He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room.
I looked at the wall for a while.
He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time.
So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is.
“It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were”
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat.
Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been countedADHD version: A friend asked, on a field trip, why I knew the scientific name for Caltha palustris, “Well, we did that [one week long] field ID course [three years previously] and we saw it in one of the bogs”.
This, I was informed, is very much not a normal reason to remember the scientific name of a plant for the rest of your life.
It took me five whole years to learn when my partner’s birthday is.