Every time these fuckers show up.my whole family is like “the slugs’re back” like we’re in a farside comic with no discernable punchline. An annual ritual.
No the cat food is not for the slugs but if my family did leave cat food our specifically as an offering to non native slugs just to observe their return every summer that would definitely track
I THOUGHT I WAS MAKING A JOKE IM YELLING!! Gary Larson runs my life and I’m just happy to be here
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My favorite part about Cornwall, UK is that there are no speed limit signs anywhere so u just have to guess
Ha! Dash did a thing.
Anyway! There are a lot of reasons to still live at home as an adult, and it doesn’t mean you’ve “failed to launch” or that you’re not capable of being your own person or of having an adult life and adult relationships.
Whether you’re disabled, or you’re taking care of your elderly parents, or you struggle with chronic illness, or finances, or they do, or you just love your family and want to be close to them, these and many other reasons are valid and it’s no one’s business to comment on it like it’s a negative trait to still live with your family.
It can be very good actually, and/or necessary, and ultimately it’s personal and between you and ur family, not anyone else, and anyone unwilling to try to understand doesn’t have a space in your life and journey!
This is for people of any age, not just ppl in their early 20s!!!
It happens in October.
When the days aren’t as long as they
weretwo months ago.
Ten years ago.
Sleep came easy when I was full.
When the days were full
and I fell into bed
my legs aching with the blocks I ran
and the worlds I distanced by crossing
the streetand the universes I walked in and out
of in my backyard.and I woke up feeling eight hours
betterinstead of ten years older.
Now leaps and bounds don’t quite reach
my bedroom door.And I sit up late nights.
And my legs ache from being folded for
so long.And when I shift I hear the water in my
stomach.It happens in October.
Now that I can finally carve the
pumpkin just like the pictureand realize it’s not the way I wanted.
And I’m tall enough for a county fair
stamp that lets me on all of the rides,but I’m too impatient to wait in the
lines.And I don’t get lost in corn mazes.
And I don’t hold my breath when I pass
cemeteries anymorebecause I know only the bodies are
thereand the ghosts are everywhere else.
It happens in October
when the breeze feels just like it
always didbut the way I felt then is never the
way I do now.And I know it’s silly to cry, because
Things that happened then but don’t
anymorearen’t things I’ve Lost.
They’re things I’ve had.
But the act of realizing
things are different
things are new
things will never be the same,
to me,
is losing.
And that always happens in October.
Something I think about from time to time is that a lot of people throughout my life have claimed I’m more uh…. “noticeable” (???) than other people. A lot of times as a kid I’d get in trouble for whispering too loudly backstage at plays and other kids and adults would rally around me and say “she was being just as quiet as everyone else” and the stage manager would say “well her voice is the only one I heard.”
Anyway it never really stuck out to me until I was living in Norway and the house was separated into the upstairs and downstairs with extremely insulated walls and a carefully sealed door because the upstairs bedrooms weren’t heated and everyone hung out downstairs in the living room by the wood stove.
And one day I came through the door and everyone in the entire living room was turned to look at me and I felt self conscious obviously and I was like “uh what….” and they looked a little confused and they all said “oh nothing” and went back to their business
But it went on like that all the time. Any time I came through a door, from upstairs or outside or the kitchen, everyone was always turned to look at me and I was always a little freaked out and they were definitely noticing it too and they’d always just sort of acknowledge it with a laugh then go back to whatever they were doing
and I started trying to walk super quietly and make no noise but it was always the same and one day one of them said
“Ok. I don’t know why, but I always know when you’re coming, even if I don’t hear you.”
He said it like it was weird, because it WAS, but then Everyone else laughed and started agreeing like “yes!!! Me too!! I know when she is coming!”
And I was obviously like hey uh what does that MEAN? Do you mean you hear me? Like distinct footsteps??
And they all said no, they just get some “sense” or “feeling” that I’m about to come through the door or come home, and they can’t explain it but they always just get the feeling to turn to look and I’ll be there and then I am. I was like hello???? But they all said I shouldn’t worry about it because ultimately it doesn’t matter and after a few more minutes they all just let it go.
But this HAUNTS me
I have the exact opposite problem where people (especially at work) won’t notice me entering a space and will get exaggeratedly startled when they see me or I speak to them. Every single time they’re like “you’re so quiet!! You snuck up on me!!” Even when I had made a deliberate effort to loudly stomp up the stairs and close the door firmly so they’d have some warning before I started talking, somehow my quiet energy overcame the actual noises I was making.
We put too many stats into charisma and stealth respectively
I also suffer from the opposite problem. I have made at least five of my coworkers jump out of their skin just this week.
My former roommate literally put a bell on me so she’d know when I was coming and going, but more importantly, when I’d gotten distracted and separated from the group.
On the other hand, I’ve been told by multiple teachers, managers and co-workers that I have an ‘aura’ or ‘presence’ that can be rather loud and intimidating esp if it’s a situation in which I’m expected to verbally participate.
Walk softly and be ready to tell a motherfucker, I guess.
I’m also the ‘unnoticeable’ sort, but it goes beyond just being able to sneak up on people with minimal effort. I’m unnoticeable in pretty much any context. On the internet, in group outings, even among friends. I once went on a school trip, and when the group of buddies I was with stopped for a bathroom break, I came out of the bathroom last and everyone was gone. I try to make friends with people I encounter with whom I happen to have something in common – I give them the means to contact me, and I never hear from them again. I try to stay in touch with certain old friends and they never respond. If I want to talk with a current friend I have to initiate the conversation.
And the really interesting part is, I’m able to trace this ‘trait’ of sorts back to a specific period of my life, before which I don’t remember dealing with the same frustration that it gives me now. I sometimes refer to this period as the time when I ‘learned invisibility’ and it amounts to a year or so of my life when all of my friends seemed to become largely unaware of my existence. After this period ended, when we all started high school, they were able to notice me again and apparently forgot that my previous state of nonexistence ever happened.
Anyway, while startling people does keep me entertained, being unnoticeable (as a minor form of invisibility) is rather overrated.
I’m also of the unnoticeable sort.
I could hide in plain sight and my parents wouldn’t be able to see me until I was ready to go inside.
I took a long time and some effort to be less unnoticeable.
Speaking loudly enough to be heard is still a struggle.
You all, fools: *getting tattoos based on the ancient tattoos they find on bog mummies and the other ancient dead that for all you know will bind you to a forgotten god that now by all rights has a claim on your life for better or for worse*
Me, and intellectual: *doesnt fucking do that*
A forgotten god cannot run my life any worse than I am currently running it myself.
Me: I’m begging u please focus on the task at hand.
My brain: we-
Me: Please.
Brain: ARE FARMERS.
Me: BUM BUH BUM BUH BUM BUM BUM
I had a dream last night I was in a high-rise in Chicago and any time I went to a different floor I was still on that floor but in a different year. I could only travel through time into years when the building existed, so I could go back in time about 70 years, but there were enough floors that it was taking me forever to find 2018 again. I eventually ran into some girls who recognized me as a time traveler and they told me there was a man in the building that knew about all of this and could probably direct me to the right floor but I needed to find him at a specific age so I kept running into him on different floors and different years and trying to figure out if he knew what to DO yet
i was so annoyed at one point because he was being so casual about it. sometimes he knew me and sometimes he didn’t based on what floors we’d already met on and at one point I went down a floor and it was the 80s and there was some art exhibit going on and he saw me and he had a drink and he was like “oh! you! I’m busy, meet me upstairs in a bit.”
and he said it like it was just UPSTAIRS but it was gonna be like. decades away
the building wasn’t like that for everyone. for some reason just sometimes certain people would fall into the time trap and throughout the decades different people working in the building sorta picked up on it and that’s how the girls figured me out