I learned the first one early on, happiness is a bit of an adult fairytale, like Santa Claus. You’ll always end up reaching for something new, and you realize you rarely gain satisfaction for the stress.
I also found this meme really summarized the problem:
Sorry to hear that, but I think we all reach that point eventually. Like my vocal subconscious and competitive nature makes it any impossibility, I’ve basically heard the song from Annie, Anything You Can Do when I have to do something lol.
Lately getting older forces me to see to accept I can’t will myself to live forever and the inevitability of time. But that’s something everyone has to accept, just have to hope society will make it an easy transition. 🥴
I do that, but I assumed it was more anxiety. It used to take roughly an hour to fall asleep, but that’s cut down due to a memory ritual I have that keeps me to preoccupied.
It’s a little silly, but I rebuild the entirety of the city of Balmora from Elder Scrolls 3, in my imagination/mind’s eye. Building it item by item and have to hold each item in view as I add more.
I am seeing a psychiatrist, currently in between changing my medications. I have CPTSD and MDD.
The previous comment was, what I assumed was an obvious joke, as I spend enough time focused on this as is.
Which is a conundrum when the subconscious is naturally very vocal. It was once a boon in school or general memory retention, but now it’s like a ghost.
I have to say the outhouse might be the smartest trick, the scent of an outhouse probably masks/smells a lot like a mimics mouth. 🤔 Or so I would assume, it would have to smell like a bears breath.
As far as Taco Bell’s corporate entity was concerned, you were fine and eating acceptable levels of silicate/silica. I can’t speak from a medical professionals standpoint though.
Of course it did, spez has been unsuccessfully trying to spin this. He assumed since he’s a sellout who has
, we’d all bend over.