This joke is made all the better by the character’s name being Dr. Kalgary.

It’s just flickering static. You’re not missing out. :)

“I’m scared,” says Ralph.

But I am an author, and take control of this story. Ralph does not understand fear. His existence was short, his history nonexistent, his understanding of the world and his place within it unreal, characterized by the agony of going from non-being, to screaming awareness all in an instant.

The author has returned Ralph to the imaginary realm from which he sprang, freeing him, and any unwitting victims who witnessed his short, confusing reality.

Truly, the only monster here was the first narrator, a casual god who created Ralph only to serve as an instrument of suffering.

God, thank you. I have a long history of trauma such that ‘jokes’ about an unfun, unhealthy life aren’t fucking funny when they could be a cry for help in ‘joke’ form. I’d much rather offer someone who’s ‘joking’ the support they might be too afraid to ask for than to ‘laugh’ at a ‘joke’ about a bad time.

I don’t know why others don’t but I’ll say why I do, which is that I noticed people were remembering my username whether I had an image or not, so why not have an image? And it was early days, still is, so I figured… may as well be the first static.

This is entirely alien to me, and I can’t understand it, but… As long as you’re happy? I hope you are. For the most part, at least. If someone insisted on talking at me for long periods I’d lose my dang mind.

I hope you’re joking when you say your marriage is hell. If you’re not, maybe consider not being married? You deserve to not live in hell.

Naw, just ADHD and my eyes jumped to the shortest bullet first.

You needed five points to get to saying you don’t know what I’m talking about?

I encourage them to continue trying. For science.

Eta: please don’t tell me about it unless you succeed. I was just trying to be supportive.

Please don’t believe literally anything you read that references procreation genetics. It turns out, humans are complicated, wars happen, some people value people for their feet more than their faces… there’s literally no data that’s concrete enough to be valuable enough, and anyone telling you otherwise is doing so either because they’re lying to themselves, to you, or selling something.

Source: having read quite a lot of it over my many years on this earth, and watching it be destroyed time and again. Hell, I could write a paper arguing that people typically choose mates based on their appearance, their intelligence, their height, their income, their geography, their history of family trauma, their interests, their smell… And find documentation of various dubiousness to support each argument.

These words are in English, but the sentiment is so foreign to me I can’t seem to comprehend it.

…might be fried from work and classwork, tho.

People are sleeping on Little Witch Academia. If I had seen it as an early teen girl, I would’ve been obsessed.

I really loved Space Dandy, but if you’re claiming it doesn’t sexualize women, the entire restaurant of Boobies would like to have a word with you.

ETA: And we meet Meow doing upskirts.

Fuck blanket acceptance of odors. A slogan on a t-shirt or a bunch of piercings or a vibrant hair color don’t have the power to make me physically ill, but odors can and do.

The boyfriend (also ADHD) and I both have it for people making eating sounds, like eating with their mouths open. Your mentioning smacking made me think of that. Agh!

I get real mad when people use ADHD as an excuse to be an inconsiderate bag of dicks.

I prefer to be interacting with several forms of media, yes. But I don’t need the sound up on all of them, and if I did, I’d put on my BT headphones and mix the sound levels individually. What an asshole.

I’m ADD as hell and I couldn’t have got with someone who played their things loud like that. I can tolerate one audible thing, but multiple?

Oh my God! I also lived an entire life in a dream!

I was really lucky, because I lived to an old age, and then my husband died, and I was able to really come to peace with my life and have a healthy relationship with my grown children and my grandchildren before I woke up.

I guess what I did differently is I had closure, and peace. And it took a week for the reality to sink back in, and for this life to become the real one, but I always felt… that life had its chance, ended. This one needs my very different attention. I’d hate to do this one wrong because I was still living in the last one.

I’m so glad you found someone real to love. I feel like we should start a lived-a-life-in-a-dream support group. It would’ve been really nice to have someone who understood then, at the beginning!

Love… and… PEACE!!!