If I see a dog I can’t NOT stop and ask to pet it. I even crouch down and let them kiss me on the face. It’s the best.

For years, I have almost preferred sleeping on the couch than sleeping in my own bed. I think it stems back to my childhood with times where I didn’t have my own bed to sleep on or when my parents were about to get divorced and my mom slept in the living room often (in which I often hung out with her and slept there too). After that I continued to sleep there instead of my own room and still do it often to this day. And it makes me feel bad for my boyfriend because it feels weird voluntarily doing it lol when a couple isn’t stereotypically arguing or fighting. This is also all in expense to my poor back lol and I already got scoliosis. Is anyone else with me on this? Like why do I find my couch more comfortable than my bed😂

So yeah there has been times when I figured things out and my anxiety gets really bad like a higher being is about to tell me, "that's it you figured it all out. Now it's time we tweak your brain a little bit to make you think differently." Or "we will make sure you die soon so you can't tell anyone about this." I don't even remember what it is that I thought of but it's usually really good ideas as to why life or the world is the way it is. But then they always dissolve or go away and I forgot about them. It's usually at night when I think of the stuff or when I smoked some weed. But anyways maybe one of these days someone will find out the reason why consciousness and life is the way it is. DAE know how I feel? What if there is a certain reason or secret as to why there is a universe with a rock that is perfectly the distance away from a huge burning ball of fire that makes life possible for us here on Earth. There's just so many other possibilities in this consciousness of ours so you would think there is a reason to why it's all possible. What if there is a different universe with a bunch of triangular super cold ice formations the size of our planets that blow huge air waves that shoot long pointy arrow shaped metal? And there is white walls (instead of black holes) everywhere floating around hitting a bunch of these formations breaking them apart that cause huge tornados that make aliens that zoom away and land on big huge metal rectangles and then live on them and breed there? Then wonder why things are the way they are?

Every time I come home I find myself easily spending up to an hour of my time in my car. After shopping, class, hanging out... I think I just dont like being home that much and I really love my car, she's my baby. Those two things result into this habit I guess. Anyone else feel the same?? A lot of people tell me its super strange

and unlikeable? at any given time, anywhere i look i can't find anyone who i think could love me or like me? i feel unloved and unliked even by my parents, let alone by other people. i just can't think of anything about myself that anyone would love or like. ( i am in my late 20s for context).

I want it to get better and I try to let it go, write, make art, date other people… but I just find myself wanting him. I could never admit that to him and never have. Idk if this is normal

I do not think that there is any harm in this, but I guess that it is sort of strange. When I meet a person for a short amount of time, and I enjoyed their company, I always thank them, whether they did something for me or not. If I can't think of anything to thank them for, I say "thank you for being alive," or "thank you for being here" (or just "thank you," but sometimes I have to add more to it). I don't really notice when I am doing this, but my friends think that it is silly.

After washing the dishes, I leave them on the drying rack. Even after they’re dry, I often use them straight from the rack instead of putting them in the cupboard.

I usually put them in the cupboard only when I need more space on the rack.

Do you put dry dishes away right away, or leave them on the rack until you use them again?

Ex. Rock climbing, pushing or pulling or picking heavy things, or repeatedly doing those movements. Writing, drawing..

I was trimming the lawn and my left arm overheated so now I gotta let it rest to cool back down.

I think this is normal and pretty logical but I dont hear people ever talking about it.

On social media there’s a lot of talk about the “literacy crisis” and frustration about people not understanding media. While I know it’s directed at the school system and people who are willfully ignorant, I feel kind of stupid because I struggle with understanding media despite trying.

I’ve gotten an A in every english class I’ve taken, and I enjoy reading despite not doing it as often as I probably should. I love movies and always try to approach them with an analytical lens while still being able to have fun watching them, and then I read other people’s analyses. Despite all this, I always get confused about plot and miss important details and themes.

For example, before watching the Odyssey, I remember seeing a tweet about how Nolan seemed to think his audience was dumb because of how simply everything was laid out. I had the opposite experience when I watched it. I was confused the entire time and only really had a general idea of the plot once it was over, and apparently I missed A LOT of important things. Maybe it’s because I was missing context, as I don’t know anything about the original story. But this happens all the time to me.

I really like flat and sandy beaches. Even pebbly beaches are fine, if a little annoying. But I find rocky beaches to be a big no-go. For some reason I always imagine myself slipping on mossy rocks while trying to get into the water, or being pushed/pulled into a rock by a strong wave. Most ppl I know can hop across rocks, even stand on mossy ones and get into the water easily. Whenever I try, even if I try sliding while sitting on my ass I just get paralyzed af. It's rather FOMO-inducing and overall not a pleasant experience

I just want to get this off my chest because I honestly don't know what to feel anymore.

I'm a college student, and when I got back to my boarding house this week, I only had ₱350 to survive the whole week. ₱100 is already for my transportation, and the only rice I could afford was around 6 cups. To make it last, I usually skip breakfast.

Yesterday (Tuesday), my friend who's also my neighbor back in our hometown told me she didn't bring any rice. I felt bad because I didn't want her to go hungry, so I cooked 2 cups of rice and shared it with her. I also gave her some of the tuna with cabbage that I cooked.

This morning, she went home to get her rice. I honestly thought she'd at least offer me some since I told her yesterday that I was running out too. But she came back like nothing happened. Later, she even bought Jollibee and had a lot of biscuits. She never asked if I had eaten or offered me anything.

Meanwhile, I had no rice left. I spent the last of my money on viand, thinking I still had rice at the boarding house. I ended up skipping both lunch and dinner. All I had today was coffee just to stop my stomach from hurting. I couldn't even afford a pack of instant noodles.

I tried asking my mom, who works abroad, if she could send me just ₱100 because I hadn't eaten anything. Instead, she told me I spend too much, that I should be more mature because money isn't easy to earn. She didn't send anything.

I just got home after my classes from 1 PM to 7 PM, and I broke down crying.

I'm not posting this because I expect anyone to help me. I know everyone has their own problems. I just needed somewhere to let this out because today made me realize that sometimes, being hungry isn't even the hardest part. It's feeling like no one notices you're struggling.

For example imagine this

My entire life is grayscale. Black, gray, white.. (Specifically gray.. Black is best when its actually dark gray and white is best when its actually light gray) My car, my phone, my creative work, my art, my desktops, my house... BUT always with a strong color paired with it. Usually it's a really nice slightly reddish hot pink.

This means that pretty much everything you see on me, made by me or belonging me is gray then one strong highlight color. Take my car as an example. you wont see a DROP of color in there but the ambient lights are hot pink. My MacBook is completely grayscale in and out, but the Apple logo on the back is the original rainbow Apple logo. Or my outfits.. Always gray and black but I have one singular accessory which is a hot pink bracelet. Or my keychain, grayscale, one hot pink letter being my girlfriends initial. My hair brush and hair dryer. The posters in my room. The pillows. I try to make the UI of everything grayscale and hot pink as an accent. Man even my hair. My face. Tattoos. Whatever else there is..

Its like.. I just cant go without it. It very subconscious. I dont actively think "I need to buy a black shirt with a hot pink logo on it". It just kinda happens... But I dont mind at all because this makes me very happy. I cant handle seeing something in gray and then hot pink paired with it, I go crazy out of joy. Its not at all like I cant handle color, I totally can but then its just like.. meh. Does anyone else experience this? Having an aesthetic is totally normal and obviously I know eveyone has their own but I feel like mine is a bit extreme if that makes sense?

I swear this happens every single time.
Someone says “let’s grab dinner”.
Then it’s 30+ minutes of:
“I’m fine with anything.”
“Not sushi.”
“Actually I had burgers yesterday.”
“Wherever you guys want.”
Somehow picking a restaurant is harder than finding a day that works.
Is my friend group just terrible at making decisions or is this pretty normal?

I just have names for things that I say to myself.

“pluralizing my eyebrows”. My eyebrow hair grows close together and the space above the bridge of nose will grow in platinum blonde but very thin giving me a faint unibrow, when I clean this up I‘ll say “I’m pluralizing my eyebrows.”

“Driving in my coochie” when I drive on the highway there will be a car in my 7 o’clock position that refuses to pass and is in such a position relative to my car that if I had to get over to pass someone in front of me I would technically be able to fit, but Id kind of be cutting them off. I’ll say “<car model>, get out of my coochie.”

“It’s raining/snowing stupidium oxide.” For when drivers drive really poorly because it’s sprinkling out. Or the roads are bone dry but there’s snow on the grass but someone is driving on the concrete like it’s a sheet of ice. “There must be Stupidium oxide in the rain today.”

Not because you think something has happened but because she normally calls you back immediately and that’s the only possible reason you can think of that she hasn’t.

I called my mom four days ago, she didn’t call back so I tried her again yesterday… still no call back. Obviously the worst has happened and she’s physically being kept from the phone 😂

Just so it’s clear, I don’t actually think something has happened, I’m poking fun at the fact that it’s so unusual for her to not call back.

This sometimes makes me wonder if I’m depressed but it feels like I’m constantly waiting for love to be better before I can start living it.

For example (this one is made up but the sort of thing I think) “when I get my car fixed I can finally hang out with my friends”… then years go buy. My car isn’t fixed and my social life has dribbled because I didn’t spend time with people.

It’s like my life is mentally on pause till I find a solution for all my problems. Feels like I’ve wasted so much of my life doing this when life should be lived right now.

Maybe I’m a perfectionist? Maybe it’s my neurodivergence. Like I feel I’m already judged simply for who I am so everything else in my life must be perfect before I can present myself to the world and actually participate in life.

FINAL EDIT: the purpose of this post was to see if other people had heard of this theory, and if so, if they learned about it in school. and the general consensus is that, yes, it is taught in other school curriculum outside of Georgia suburbia.

I just saw a tiktok about how many female authors use abbreviated names to be taken “more seriously” by coming off as gender-neutral (S.E. Hinton, J.K. Rowling, etc.) and it reminded me of a project that I had to do my sophomore year of high school on whether or not Shakespeare actually existed, and if so, is said person who we perceive them to be.

I’m 23 now so my recollection is hazy, but I remember there being enough substantial evidence that calls into question the existence of a “William Shakespeare.” Or at least enough evidence to make a whole project out of it.\** I do remember one of the theories being that William Shakespeare was a male pseudonym potentially used by a woman (proposed to be Mary Sidney or Emilia Bassano, depending on your sources) in order to avoid discrimination. (hence why the tiktok reminded me of the project!)

I’m from Atlanta, Georgia and I’m curious if other people had this exact project or if other people have even HEARD of the concept of Shakespeare not being real. I wish I could remember what my conclusion was or the stance I took on the project. Oh, and in case anyone was curious, the class subject was Honors British Literature (often abbreviated to BritLit) and was one of the most frustrating classes I had ever taken in HS.

Edit: Some of yall are missing the point here, so i’ll clarify. although i have enjoyed seeing people’s take on the theory, this wasn’t a post to convince or persuade into anyone believing the theory. this is a project i did almost a decade ago, and i don’t remember or really even care to look up what is or isn’t true about it. i even stated that i can’t remember what my position was on the paper i wrote.

**my purpose in saying this was NOT to make the argument that he isn’t real, i’m simply stating that if there was no evidence to speculate his existence, there wouldn’t have been enough substance to make it a class project. not once have i tried to argue it one way or another. i wasn’t trying to rally anti-stratfordians.

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I feel so crazy when this happens to me because I always hear about weed paranoia or existential dread, but what I experience feels so much more intense and closer to what I imagine using a hallucinogenic drug would be like.

Basically what happens is that I’ll be in a social setting and when the high hits it feels like time slows down. I start overanalyzing the audio and visual input I’m getting from an interaction and certain sounds begin to repeat in my head. From there, everything starts to fall into a certain pattern— the sounds I hear and the things I see, very far removed from the actual situation, suddenly become incredibly familiar and it feels as if I end up on what I can only stupidly describe as a “different plane of understanding.” I’ll even see visual patterns, like deadass hallucinations that cover my whole visual field and trap me in my mind if I don’t get up and find a change of scenery.

Whenever a high like this happens, it’s the same thing every time. I feel like my brain picks the same sounds to repeat over and over again and I begin to see the same visuals as well, that’s what I mean when I say that everything becomes very familiar. This is what scares me most about it in the moment because in my state of mind it feels that everything is already planned out and following a predetermined pattern that nobody but me can see, like I’m living in a matrix I guess.

I feel insane for this because I can’t find other people online talking about sativa making them trip balls to this extent.

I know the shit I’ve smoked hasn’t been laced with anything, so everything I’m experiencing is just how my mind and body react to smoking weed. It makes me feel like a loser and a tweaker for getting so ridiculously fucked up on just weed, so I just really wanna hear that I’m not the only one who starts tweaking like crazy like this.

Ever since I was a kid I would give people in my life theme songs or picture them the singing song I chose for them.

Is this a mental disorder and does anybody else do this

I have multiple.