I can technically swim, but I can’t open my eyes under water, so it’s not safe to attempt swimming. Now I’m just grossed out by the ick in lakes and swimming pools, and I can’t handle the heat anymore either, so I’ll probably never swim again
I can’t whistle at all, despite numerous ppl in my life taking so much time trying to coach me
That’s nuts, that’s like one of those examples that’s either “ppl coming together in a sense of community and bonding” or “being trapped in forced servitude to the societal expectations around you.” Depends on the person experiencing it what it feels like ig. I never understood the forcing ppl to pray, like “you know that’s not how that works, right?” Performative time wasters 😂
I learned to work with language when I was experiencing chronic pain, too - it helped my mental framework a lot
In learning about this online, one thing led to another and I found out about “amaetemo iidesuka” 甘えてもいいですか? (can I relax and be my vulnerable self around you?)
Hope you heal well and quickly!
Death in Vegas’s Dead Elvis album. Is mostly upbeat instrumental, good background or going to sleep music without being boring
That hurts my brain. I only speak one language, too though, so my brain prolly just isn’t very plastic
I learned about ghost month from you, thanks 💜
I never knew these existed and now I kindof want one. Lol maybe I’ll see one in an antique store in 40 years
Proud owner of a tubal litigation here
From your op and comments it sounds like you’re doing great and he’s adjusting faster than usual for a cat. It’s good you’re giving him some space today too - he might have been rained on a lot when he lived outside and just want a safe space inside without playing too much
I understand the taking responsibility part, but I think you can spare a little blame for the companies who sold those products knowing full well how addictive and dangerous they are.
Fellow escapee here - no one’s believed me yet how unhinged they are. Hugs!
Same with the 80s. My Gramma who was a school teacher in 1933 taught me out of a 100 yr old dictionary. In all the times I’ve moved, I’ve managed to hold onto that huge, leather-bound book.
I worked in custom picture framing shops for a decade, and we would bring things like this to art restorers we contracted with.