The problem isn’t my desire for water. It is the unexpected jolt from modifying a global variable in real time, the member elements of 𝚁 expectations, when I realized I had forgotten the cup I had waiting to take along with me.

When you forget the dog is up here (because he’s such a good boy).

When you wonder if you will remember the content you liked better, but having thought of it during the previous post (that you weren’t sure how to finish), had managed to escape you while puzzling over it before pressing post.

And if you don’t get it, you aren’t paying attention (too me (as well as the perfect version of you that exists inside my head would be were it ever even humanly possible to be given the time necessary to be half that person inline with a first-person perspective life)).

When you recite a song from memory and then look up what you recited and listen (and f$&k you, I’m not telling).

I wonder how many isekai sub genres there are by now.

The time taken to arrive at this position is rather embarrassing.

When you realize the inversion of sometimes it’s good to be quiet happens to be you miss all of the shots not taken

Perhaps I constantly do things my own way because figuring that out feels quicker than figuring out the way y’all are trying to explain it to me.

I suppose we are driven by our inhibitions … which are chemically changed constantly.

When you realize you can dry yourself with a wet towel.

The trick to life is realizing there is no trick to life.

When you realize you don’t miss people keeping up with you… you miss people trying.

𓂸 ≡ 🍆

Do we reinvent the wheel because we want a prettier one or because we don’t bothering looking at what everyone else is getting up to?

There is a kissing cousin of desire and expectation in the room somewhere.

I suppose the tree stops producing when all the fruit dies on the vine.

The inversion of never wanting to be discussed with your psychiatrist.

When someone purchases a self-help book for helping themselves live with your problems.

#whatever

The negative impact of positive silence.

Trick two is orchestrating it so your subconscious thinks it’s the one picking up the sledgehammer.

Sometimes the only thing missing is patience.

I suddenly hate every asshole who’s ever had the GD nerve to release anything under the title, Conversations with Myself. If it was ghost written… contact me for details about the back alley in which I’d love to meet with you to express my gratitude.

I should definitely be studied.

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For which reason is very much still up for debate.