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I had someone come to clean my condo last night, and it made me realize how bad things have become for me emotionally. Below are some messages I sent out to friends about how I felt afterwards.

She was so nice and did such good work. I felt really bad that she was cleaning up after me, and she even told me to not be so hard on myself.

I saw how she cleaned some things and now feel inspired.

Because of how things were, she asked me if someone had died and I had fallen into a depression.

I think I’m just too lonely at home.

I’m not used to the level of compassion, kindness, and emotional engagement she showed, even from my own friends and family. I must be so screwed up.

Nobody else ever shows that kind of caring.

The lady who cleaned my condo was the person who’s been the nicest to me in years.

After her visit, I feel like the lack of face-to-face emotional interaction over the past several years might be why I feel so drained at the end of the day.

For some reason, I don’t feel the same kind of warmth she showed from my parents.

She asked if I was depressed over a loved one dying based on how things were in my home.

I felt so screwed up after some introspection after her visit.

…I need strong friends I can see more than once every few months.

I feel like I’m the only one who wants to talk to anybody and nobody ever wants to reach out to me.

On another note, after seeing some of what she was doing, I felt inspired to clean some of the stuff she couldn’t get to in the time allotted. New techniques and whatnot.

I’ve never been able to connect with ‘normal’ people, and men in general just don’t seem like my people to me.

Friends who don’t think to talk to me every now and then don’t help me with my loneliness.

I had someone clean my condo last night, and it was bad enough that she asked if I had been depressed because of someone dying.

That’s how bad things are for me. I just don’t have the will to clean without someone to clean for, or without any sort of emotional support in my daily life here.

I don’t really have the will to do much at all anymore.

Life is kind of pointless without friends.

After she showed such caring kindness to me in person, I actually felt worse because I have it in my mind that nobody should do that, as nobody ever does.

Even my own parents, who I love dearly and I know care about me greatly, never confront me on emotional issues like she did.

They give support, but what she did just felt different.

After realizing all this last night, I just felt like I was a really screwed-up person.

I let my cauliflower grow a week or so too long before harvesting, which caused the head to split and grow further, which eventually resulted in its not roasting evenly. Blanching would’ve been more appropriate.

I learned my lessons about the vegetable, including the whole ‘blanching’ thing (separate from the form of cooking) where one binds the leaves around the head to prevent coloring by the Sun.

I like women who are strong and confident enough to not go around attacking men.

I like men who are strong and confident enough to not go around attacking women.

Why must we antagonize each other so much?

Okay so I saw that post that you did about the story and I was wondering if you'd hate me if i just tried it. I won't publish it or anything, i'll probably just send it to you to see what you think, but i'd really like to try to write it. Before I do, if it's all right i mean, could you give me a few more details? I'm just asking, this is in no way me trying to steal anything, if you do say it's okay to publish I will happily give you credit for the idea and everything. Just please consider it.

Please see this post.

Episode four.

Episode four.

Sorry if it's kinda late, but you know the post where it says there should be a book where the main character falls in love with the reader? Could I actually use that for a story, please? I know it's stupid to ask but I just wanted to know. Thank you so much in advance!
Anonymous

It wasn’t my idea, so go ahead.

daggsy:

takeshitakenji:

Instead of trying to come up with an infinite number of genders, why not just remove the label that is ‘gender’?

Because I, for one, like everyone to know about my penis ownership.

(On an unrelated note, did I ever tell you that I’m banned for life from one of my local libraries?)

Sounds like it’s not quite ‘unrelated.’

shibe-doge:

I made a game. A very wow game!Shibe! ( for iOS, and Android )



play gaem, win at everything, wowShibe! ( for iOS, and Android )

—————— Editorial 

Wow okay, when I started this blog, I didn’t even expect it to break 1K followers, almost 1 year later and I’m sitting at 32K followers, countless submissions and loads of original content, all of this only proof that you’re all godamn insane.

Give applause to this person for making a bloody game centered around this shitty dogs face.

shibe-doge:

I made a game. A very wow game!

Shibe! ( for iOS, and Android )

play gaem, win at everything, wow

Shibe! ( for iOS, and Android )

—————— Editorial Wow okay, when I started this blog, I didn’t even expect it to break 1K followers, almost 1 year later and I’m sitting at 32K followers, countless submissions and loads of original content, all of this only proof that you’re all godamn insane. Give applause to this person for making a bloody game centered around this shitty dogs face.
Last Night’s Dream

In a dream last night, I was a pink-haired teenager attending school with Madoka, as well as in the same grade with the same classes. This school wasn’t like the one in the show; it was something more akin to an American high school and had elements of my junior high, high school, and community college..

I had a crush on her in this dream, but made it a point to talk to her a lot and become friends. I didn’t think much of her in the show, so this struck me as odd after I woke up.

The school was quite strange, with teachers who were certainly out of the ordinary, and classes that don’t really exist anywhere. A good example of the latter was a class that taught about smoking tobacco and how to do it. Those of us who were in the room thought it was where the physics class was taking place, and left once we learned otherwise. The school was poorly designed, so such an occurrence was fairly common.


This dream reminded me of how the emotions surrounding crushes felt. I haven’t felt so strongly since those days and I’m glad I have dreams that are able to dig these sorts of feelings out. I recall a dream in the past where I was sadder than I’ve been in years, and I also felt thankful for that dream. It’s kind of sad when the emotions feel more ‘real’ in dreams than in real life, but that’s where I’ve been for quite some time.

Notably, what I consider to be “high school” is more akin to what most people think of middle school or junior high, as I did Running Start for my last two years of high school rather than taking high school classes. Additionally, freshman year took place at the junior high I attended, so I had one year of high school that I don’t really remember.

I sometimes have ‘anxiety dreams’ where I’m unable to find my classes, even though I had no trouble finding them back in my community college and university days. Similarly, albeit not illustrated in the dream, I also have dreams where I’m not prepared for a test, even though my paranoia has always forced me to prepare for my tests quite well in the past.