You’ve heard of “rotating blorbos around in your mind,” now get ready for “rotating just the most random phrases you’ve ever heard or seen.” Now with the added bonus of: the broken record function, which lets you experience the magic of repeating the phrase internally on loop forever with no clue as to why and no way of stopping it no matter the relevancy to current circumstance or situation!
is not being able to tell when you're speaking loudly/hearing your own voice at the same volume as the people around you are speaking but still being told you're talking twice as loud/thinking you're purposefully being quiet but being told you're still being loud like... a symptom of something??
Cooking with ADHD is fucking wild man. I'll open the fridge to get something out and forget why and just stand there zoned out until the fridge beeps and snaps me out of it. I'll forget what I was cooking in the first place and end up getting the ingredients for something else entirely. I've put Italian seasoning in the fridge and cheese under the sink and have no memory of doing so. And yesterday I opened the fridge to grab some carrots and put them on the counter for me to cut them, and not even ten seconds later I opened the fridge looking for carrots and saw I didn't have any and that I'd have to completely rethink dinner, and it wasn't until I went back to the counter to assess what I had that I saw I'd already pulled the carrots out of the fridge
The neurodivergent experience of wanting to be recognized and wanting attention but also not wanting it.
I want to participate but I can’t and don’t want to
Please don’t pick me to be a murderer in games like mafia or wink murder. It’s to stressful. What if I do it wrong? It’s too much pressure.
Why am I like this???
I love playing bingo, but I can’t comprehend winning. It’s fun. I know it is. I want to win. But maybe it’s the speaking part. The shouting out. The people looking at you. The competitive ness.
What is it that I’m so afraid of?
“Don’t be afraid you’re a theater kid. You’re gonna have to get used to it. To putting yourself out there.”
I’m not scared when I’m performing. I can do improv just fine. I can read scripts just fine.
Me: I should take a nap. I'm tired, I'm not doing anything, I don't work tomorrow, I'm not going to get anything done in this half conscious state.
My brain: But if you do that, you lose.
Me: I lose what?
My brain: Yes.
wait, you guys gave sticking your tongue on the roof of your mouth a name? And it’s supposed to improve your jawline? I’ve just been doing that shit by default!
So I enjoy a midnight snack just like anybody else. The problem is that apparently my brain doesn’t understand the meaning of the word “snack”. Instead, I end up making actual meals at 1:30am
Tonight’s “snack”? Congee. I’ve never even made it before, but I have apparently decided that tonight is the perfect night to try it for the first time.