Wrong

It sucks to always feel like you’re wrong, and it sucks worse to know that feeling and fearing that you’re wrong is also, most definitely wrong.

me, always

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Stealth

I love that wherever I go, I startle people. Even though I’m tall and fat. They don’t hear me coming, or don’t see me waiting, or don’t realize I’ve walked into a room. It is one of my favorite parts of my life.

me, after startling 10lbs off a coworker

Worthless

I get nearly constant reminders that I am interruptible, that what I have to say isn’t as important as the more popular person approaching my group, that I am unimportant.

me with my unsurprising low self-esteem

Knowledge

I don’t know much but I do know two things: you don’t owe anyone sex for any reason; and I am never right and my feelings are never valid.

Me.

I don’t see the problem here.

A therapist that doesn’t treat me but whom I need to work with so they can treat someone else told me today that they’re going to look for a therapist for me because I’m apparently not supposed to like being isolated and be happy in my wonderful, comforting rut of a life.

Me, clinging to my isolation, because it’s fucking fine, I swear.

Icons

This is it. This is the only one. Of all the apps I have, and I have a lot.
I need more fucking rainbows.

tech

I’m always a little surprised when someone my age has less comfort with computers and technology in general. I have to remind myself that I’ve worked on said computers for 8+ hours a day, 5+ days a week, for the past 17+ years, so of course I’m more comfortable. It’s literally my job.

Me, after being startled yet again by a peer’s discomfort with tech I use daily.

Candy?

When someone asks you if you have candy on Asgard and you reply, “Yeah, fruits and nuts;” that’s a thing that sticks around.

me, as I eat one of 13 boxes of raisins I currently have on my desk

power

Who are the people who have the energy to sift through websites and offers for the lowest per kWh price for electricity and then find the best one and then save hundreds of dollars on your car insurance? Wait…I think I’m getting something mixed up.

Me, a person who does not have the energy to shop for electricity suppliers.

Suprise!

Sometimes I pronounce “surprise” in French (like the Jacqueline Follet character in “The Devil Wears Prada”) which is like sew-PREEZE, and fun to say. Kind of like “COO-pon” instead of coupon.

Me. I know I’m weird.