Oh Well

When i was in 3rd grade and summer vacation was about to start so naturally they handed us a shitton of homework which I procrastinated till the last week naturally of course but for an art project we were told to buy 50 icecreams sticks and i don't why my first thought process was oh my god I have to eat 50 icecreams and collect the sticks what a dilemma ( don't threaten me with a good time) so I told my grandpa and we went to buy the icecreams I was dead set on buying the 50 at once and eating them in one sitting yeah don't ask brain of a child or just my brain. Ahem so my grandpa was like chill out you're going to get sick if you eat that many at once like obviously so we bought five and i started collecting the sticks, eating them then scrubbing them but still the stain remained. I was on top of my game and I got sick like what the hell did you expect girl ( now the thought did occur why would my school encourage me to eat this many icecreams to get the sticks but something superseded that). One day I was at the stationery shop buying some other stuff and this lady beside me told the shopkeeper to give her some icecream sticks and the shopkeeper brought out a bundle of sticks and when I tell you I was shell shocked,bamboozled, flabbergasted etc I didn't even know they sold those ?!? Honestly that lady was my saviour imagine I did show up with the crusty sticks all differently stained I would've definitely become the laughing stock because all classmates had bought the bundle of pristine clean sticks and i did too because of that lady an accidental angel ( also shoutout to my grandpa who didn't even question me when I said i needed 50 icecreams such a chill guy he's dead now though too bad none of his children inherited the chill-)

I was a funny kid.

Why life you absolute two faced bitch

If I were a stereotypical (with a twist) villain I would be the type of villain who is stone hearted, lonesome, intimidating, no close ones no intel on surface level, the silence which would make people shake and saying something wrong in front of me would be a death sentence. Undeafted by all power, force and intellect. Though not infallible eventually for if you dig deep enough and find core memories of me hidden deep and scattered in the form of puzzles which drives one crazy solving them but when you do eventually you find them useless.. for they are memories of a person along with what made them that way (not the complete story somethings left for interpretation) nothing of the puzzle you solve show result of how to beat me physically.

Scene

Where it seems like the villain has defeated the hero and is walking away and the hero mentions the core memory the villain halts two outcomes one where I halt and crumble ( time to strike ) and the other one where i halt and look back just to smirk and walk away once again. Even though it might have felt like a strong memory to mention, to both the hero and the reader.

My life is varying degrees of wtf

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Green airglow in the dark skies © NASASolarSystem

I think therefore I am

You don't therefore you're not.

I have such amazing ( world-changing global warming solving cancer curing-) ideas in my head ( i think) but the moment I try to express them in uhm human words the human language the language we speak i just can't articulate shit to save my life . I feel like I'm an illiterate even though I'm an avid reader (or used to be like 2 years ago). I wish I could bluetooth the ideas, the vision,the grand scheme, the vegetable list etc etc to people. I just rely on the "you know what I'm saying?" Aheh... And many people are like "girl the fuck is you talking about" but many people are there who do I'm so grateful for them. Thank you

How about you and me have some

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” - Oscar wilde

I truly truly loathe those "brutally honest" people who are just disgustingly rude and hide behind the "straightforward, no bullshit" or "what you want me to sugarcoat things for you" no how about you just have some fucking decency. There is a difference between honesty and cruelty. People weaponize truth and think empathy makes them weak. But you know what's worse, the people around them who agree, laugh, walk on eggshells for these scumbags. You see it in their eyes they know it's wrong that it's fucking messed up but they choose to stay silent maybe they silently agree, maybe they need something or they're scared to speak up, maybe they were fooled at first but it's too late now. These people are often your family, friends, colleagues their silent betrayal is what cuts even more deeper than the insults masked as jokes. This is how the worst of the people thrive, what's even funnier or sadder is that these assholes have slightly higher chances of some redemption than the ones who enabled the asshole they will rot forever in that silence and agreement and perhaps it's deserved now I realize that's their punishment they inflicted upon themselves.

Lmaoo

pope francis died... on another, completely unrelated note, has anyone checked on how trisha paytas’s third pregnancy is going?