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to think that when i was a kid i was falling over, skinning my knees, getting scratches, and bruises EVERY DAY while running around... falling down was so normal i just got straight back up and didn't even think about it.
my 26 year old decrepit ass fell down yesterday and i was in shock for hours after...
Mar 13, 2025
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(oh my)
Getting any of these is a lot rarer now compared to when I was a child, when it seemed like I used to have a continuously rotating collection of little injuries whether it be from playing outside, running around with my friends, or roughhousing with my older (and much stronger) brother.
Now, getting these minor wounds makes me nostalgic for that time when I was growing up, while simultaneously serving as a reminder for how great a privilege it is to be able to use my body
Apr 11, 2024
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the adult version of getting various ouchies slash boo-boos associated with childhood minus all of the extreme physical activity and unlimited energy
Examples of my own recently
- weird bruise on my thigh that I can’t Explain
- knot from shower curtain rod falling on my head
- tiny burn on my foot from getting hit by a speck of hot oil
Jul 23, 2024
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when i was a little kid playing chase, i tripped and fell on my knee on a manhole cover. it's the only thing that makes me think that i had a somewhat active childhood because most of my memories consist of me drawing or writing in safe and very still places. i tripped on that manhole a lot, actually, so what i really have is two scars, and both on the same knee! these are my only scars, i really should've avoided that little space of the sidewalk more.
Feb 24, 2025
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there is certain type of extrovert that seems to believe that if you are introverted or shy you haven't reached your full potential, like you're only a half-baked pie, waiting for someone to come "pull you out of your shell" (-_-)...
i am not a flower waiting to bloom! i am not an unfinished garment! THIS IS THE DEAL! take it or leave it, don't try to shape things you don't understand into something you do.
no one owes you their bared soul.
Mar 3, 2025
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Nothing fills me with dread quite like the cry of "Let's play a game!" at any social gathering. Icy hatred drips down my spine at the mention of them.
The yelling, the looking at me, the boredom, the rules I can't remember, the endlessness of each round, the heightened emotions... WHY CAN'T WE JUST TALK?! ESPECIALLY in a social gathering where I don't really know many people.
I have seen people I love be transformed and distorted by their competitiveness into hateful screeching banshees. It's terrying. Maybe I'm too sensitive, I don't care. I don't have a competitive bone in my body. I genuinely do not understand how a board game is an acceptable space to yell at people. Being yelled at over something that couldn't possible matter less is WORSE than being yelled at for a proper reason.
The worst kind of board games are the ones that involve performing. They make me want to jump out of the nearest window.
I'd rather someone brought out a crack pipe than a board game at a party.
Feb 16, 2025
my whimsical ass got up and made rhubarb jam first thing this morning. as if I don’t have a deadline tomorrow.
Feb 27, 2025