How do I ... words?

Seriously, someone let me know. It's getting to be a problem.

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Do you ever wonder who else is telling your embarrassing stories?

But, like… from the wrong perspective?

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Yay, insomnia. I figure I haven’t written anything in a while, and I definitely haven’t written anything when I wasn’t in a sort of grumpy/depressed/complainy mood. Even a short little rambly blurby thing is better than nothing, especially when I’m feeling relatively good. Not sure why I’ve been feeling better lately. I mean I’ve been working more than ever. I barely get one day off a week lately. By all rights I should be angry and depressed and exhausted. And I am exhausted a little bit, but I think that’s just sort of a constant thing anyway. But yeah. I feel pretty good lately, and I’m not really sure there’s much else to say. I think I wrote something a few weeks ago where I was obsessing about looking all ugly and junk, and it’s weird to think about how I was feeling then compared to now. Because literally nothing has changed physically with me, and yet I think I look pretty good right now. I was able to trim my beard in a way that I really like, something which will only last a day or two, but whatevs. Sure, I really need a haircut, but that’s been true for almost a month. I just don’t have time. I don’t know, I just feel good lately. Plus all this overtime I’m working means I’ll probably be able to get more furniture and stuff for my place. Pretty soon my apartment will look like a place where someone actually lives, rather than like some room where a hobo keeps all his junk and spends the nights sometimes. :P

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did-you-kno:

Statistics show that people who take the Myers-Briggs personality test have a 50% chance of falling into a different category if they retake it 5 weeks later. Source

Seriously. If this is the thing I’m thinking of, then I took it about a year ago and I was INTP, but I took it again a couple weeks ago and I was INFP. Or maybe that was the other way around. But the point is, everyone is constantly changing all the time. That’s sort of one of the reasons I don’t think the Hogwarts house system would actually work very well.

did-you-kno:

Statistics show that people who take the Myers-Briggs personality test have a 50% chance of falling into a different category if they retake it 5 weeks later. Source

Seriously. If this is the thing I’m thinking of, then I took it about a year ago and I was INTP, but I took it again a couple weeks ago and I was INFP. Or maybe that was the other way around. But the point is, everyone is constantly changing all the time. That’s sort of one of the reasons I don’t think the Hogwarts house system would actually work very well.

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nightmarishthings:

The Nightcrawler, also called the Fresno Alien, is a mysterious new cryptid that has so far made two appearances, both in Fresno, California. On both sightings, it was only seen in video footage. It appears to be a relatively short creature (approx. 4 feet in height). It is an extremely thin, white humanoid with no discernable arms. It also appears to be wearing a white gown or cloak of some sort. The Nightcrawler is most known for being one of the two featured video cases on the second episode of Syfy’s Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files. X

This post is inspired by thecryptocreep post:X

for some reason the pants alien scares the fucking holiness out of me

I don’t know why, it’s fuckin’ pants, but it just is so creepy

Oh my god! It’s like if Dr. Seuss’s “What was I Scared of?” was real. That was one of  my favorite stories growing up, except I never called it by its actual title. I would always just say, “Read ‘The Pants with Nobody Inside Them!’”

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Sometimes I think about how much I suck at people. Like maintaining relationships of any sort. I just am not good at talking, and saying things, and especially saying the right things at the right time. I think about my total social ineptitude, and sometimes I’m glad. I’m thankful. Because it means I didn’t inherit my dad’s people skills. It means I can’t manipulate them and shape their emotions like putty in my hands. It means I can’t wage any sort of psychological warfare with the people I love. In fact, it means I’m actually capable of love, something I’m almost certain he isn’t. Sure I don’t know what buttons to push to make a girl come chasing after me. But that means that if and when someone does decide to be with me, it will be because they actually care for me. Not because I tricked them into thinking they do. And I know I’ve got my own weird personality issues and disorders probably, but at least I don’t regard the people around me as pawns on a chess board meant to do my bidding, and act only in the way I think they should.

I’m glad I suck at this stuff, and I try to be as open about it as possible, because someday I’m gonna meet someone who loves me. Not in spite of these flaws. Not in ignorance of them. But because of them. They’ll think the way I stutter when I’m flustered is adorable. They will take immense pleasure in the look of panic I get when I have to talk on the phone. They will keep every crazy, rambling, wall of text, note or message I send them, as well as their own crazy, rambling response, and every once in a while they’ll look back at both with a smile of nostalgic embarrassment.

And most importantly they won’t hesitate to tell me, “Hey. You’re being a neurotic ass hat.” (Because that’s all I really need sometimes.) They’ll use those exact words, but they’ll probably say them in a way that sounds more like, “I love you.”

And I’m gonna love them even more for whatever craziness they’ve got going on. Because we’re all crazy in our own ways. I’m just glad I’m not the kind of crazy that waits forty years to show itself and makes me a totally destructive influence to everyone I touch.

I’m glad I suck at people, because the right ones don’t care.

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