I want to get him out though.

I would’ve went with “spotless retractable eyes”.

Yours is killer too though.

I can’t believe it’s been a year. Damn. I really didn’t think I’d make it. I half worried I’d go crawling back.

My last two comments, one year ago were, “Memmy for Lemmy. Been happy all day.” (though voyager is my app these days) and, “Thank you. I already love it. I hope this is where all of the old heads go.”

That was a response to my introduction to lemmy.world.

I meant it when I said I was leaving. I wasn’t 100% sure I could make it after using Reddit for so long, but here I am.

Well, most of them appear to have a favorable rating so I don’t know about that.

Either it’s a privacy thing or they’re posting propaganda of some sort and then once they’ve reached enough people they edit the comment.

I’m choosing to go with the former. Not because I agree with their comment (don’t know where I stand on the issue, just know it isn’t my business), but because lemmy seems to be a place where users value privacy.

Edit: Holy shit I’m a liar. I don’t what I was seeing a few minutes ago. I was dead wrong.

I apologize for the downvote. I agree with you, it just felt like the right thing to do. :p

Oh yeah, I learned that lesson.

I got a big mean one these days.

As a teenager I experienced a power outage while I was updating my bios.

Guess what happened?

I’m still bitter about it.

I would love to see the conversations between my ex and my daughter’s actual father haha.

I actually met the dude recently. Just got out of prison.

I was a 15 year old hillbilly. Don’t judge. That’s par for the course out here.

Man…

For me it happens when I’m under extreme stress, like my 3 year long “come back, I love you. I don’t love you anymore. I’m not cheating, he’s just a guy I snuck out with for no reason while I thought you were gonna be at work” divorce.

You said wiggling a toe got you out of it. For me it was tapping my pinky and trying to scream.

I even learned to control it and it was like an acid trip. Well, more like I learned to ride it and not be afraid.

One of the wildest ones I experienced though, I had recently purchased a hamster for my daughter that turned out to be a pregnant female. I tried to give the babies away, no one would take them. They slaughtered each other. I didn’t know they did that.

I was laying in bed watching my comfort food, Star Trek TOS. Suddenly the hamster cage appeared on my stomach with the gate opened. 40-50 hamsters crawled out and started eating my fingers and burrowing into my chest and stomach. I couldn’t move. My ex appeared at the foot of the bed as a shadowy creature with wild hair rocking back and forth laughing at me and hissing. I tapped my pinky and tried to scream once I was aware it was sleep paralysis. A hamster crawled up on my face and started eating my nose. I finally managed to mumble scream enough to get my exes attention and she reached out and touched me. As soon as she did I snapped back to reality.

The last time it happened I wasn’t expecting it. I was in a decent place in my personal life, work was chaotic though. I thought my house was full of distant relatives and they were killing people from outside of the family in my living room.

I hate that shit when it takes me by surprise. When it happens regularly I take control and I don’t mind it.

I used to love computers and technology. Now I get an idea about something I want to do, regurgitate a bit, shudder, and quickly throw that idea on the shelf.

I can’t even stand looking at the inside of a computer these days. It was 3/4 of my personality when I was younger.

That analogy is perfect.

He might have. I know a couple TikTok grandmas that come on my store showing me shit all the time, “look at this guy, angryseal. He’s gonna go viral!”. It’s how I heard of calvingrindz who is fucking spectacular and on YouTube thank fuck.

Edit:

It’s more likely he said, “I want a’body to see this ya wee bampot.”

Don’t hate me. I googled Scottish slang.

Man, I could do so much with that. It’s fun to think about. The whole future becomes a different place if you have those memories.

“I know you don’t believe me and you think I’m insane, but I can’t let you come back home. I allowed us to come this far so my daughter would be born. She has the same name, but they aren’t the same person. A different sperm made it to the egg or something. I have no photos to prove it, but I have 15 years of memories. If you come home this kid will experience trauma that I’m certain of. You won’t be happy. You won’t get it together. Not here. Your mom will make you get it together so stay there. That lump in your breast won’t be cancer. You’ll be surprised by the other breast and you won’t even be paying attention because this isn’t malignant. Get regular checkups.”

I’d go through all of that and then, bam, she gets hit by a bus at 24 because she wasn’t in our personal hell haha.

Of all the things that could have happened, we got what we got.

I am not at all where I hoped I’d be, but I’m exactly where I want to be. Any small change could destroy that.