coliday in hambodia
🖤Goth-gremlin approved.🖤
So, as long as everyone just ✨ slightly ✨ tries to smell you, you should be fine!
I hope they were giant, butt-stompin' boots.
Like...Aviary?
I feel I'm qualified for this role.
Howdy!
"Have you tried bodyslamming it and turning it back on again?"
weird wonderings
A few times.
Stay up a few more hours?
musing, online vs offline lives
I can relate to to many of those. I try to practice good operational security online, but seem to have lapses more often than I like. But personal issues seem much easier to talk about online as not interacting becomes a genuine option.
IRL connections are difficult. I think it's the immediacy of interaction and not having time to think. Online, I can take my time, even in live chat situations.
self, alcohol
It is, however, effectively an anxiolytic (for me), and probably the primary reason I still tend to use it, though never advocate it for anyone else.
musing, online vs offline lives
Loud noises are an interesting phenomenon with me. Since childhood I've had negative responses to rough, loud noises. Even now, sudden unexpected sounds trigger the sympathetic response in the ANS.
However, I love listening to "music" consisting of rough/abrasive rhythmic percussion--when it's *predictable*.
I would begrudgingly accept that I may be liked IRL, but it's odd thinking so. Like "Wow, I'm so sorry; you have bad taste in people."
musing, online vs offline lives
I think I can relate to all of those bullets--save for not having emitted a quality hot take in either space.
I'm so much more huggy here, though. It's odd.
musing, online vs offline lives
Ultimately, it feels as though there just is not enough of me to go around.
This is quite curious, as before, I would have generally felt there was far too much of me than I cared for.
musing, online vs offline lives
At the same time, though, I don't want to give up either. Even though I've only been involved in these certain virtual social circles (such as here) for less than a year now--and despite my recent inability to maintain a constant presence in some of them--they have become almost as important to me as if they had been there all along.
musing, online vs offline lives
I feel like part of me has split-off and formed it's own identity, but not one that is completely independent. I am aware of both sides at any given time--the issue comes when I have to rectify my availability in one world with that of the other, and I fear at times it may be slowly eroding the stability of my original life.
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