Huh. I guess I'm the fuckit type. I got no patience for pretending to not be me. Not anymore.
I'm one of the "fuck it lmao" types and I wouldn't change it for anything. Life is suffering, but I'm also very easily amused and thrive in chaos.
Fuck it, I don't seem to have AD(H)D. That's why I've spent the better part of the day recharging so I could pretend to be social in the evening while on vacation with the in-laws and a 2-year old niece. I can't fucking filter her screams, the noise of having 7 adults around me and I'm so fucking glad of not having kids myself.
Totally type 1 here. People even ask if I’m ok when I’m not random and chaotic as shit.
Type 2 here. I literally just walked out of a therapists office who essentially said exactly this.
Sometimes I'm too tired to unmask.
~~ Sometimes I’m too tired to unmask.~~
Sometimes I’m too tired to mask.
Mask at work and chaos at home!
After years and years of hard work and therapy, I'm now a hilarious mix of the two.
You might ask, "How is your sink so empty and your kitchen so clean, but your clean laundry is piled so high that this is probably your entire wardrobe here on the floor next to the dryer?"
Well, I would answer, "How did you get in my house and would you like something to eat?"
I climbed through the window, because I thought I saw a kitty, but turns out is just a pillow. and yes
If you check under the blanket next to the pillow, there is a sleeping kitty. He is greedy for pets and will meow at you.
This is a trap. If you start petting him, you're never allowed to stop.
I've learned to appreciate my chaos for life's spice. I'm an Absurdist. I like to be the reason others do things. All that to say i rather enjoy the freedoms of peace and everyone should add a bit of flower magic to their life.
I found out I'm different from the populace in college when a colleague told me that I reminded them of the main character from the bullet storm game. It took me until my twenties to realize I'm different. I legit thought everyone was "pro-good stuff" until then. I have been losing faith in my fellow countrymen ever since. Sometimes I think I would've been better being left in the dark.
My coworkers used to call me Superman, due to my rather lawful good alignment. LOL. I actually feel guilty about it sometimes, like maybe I shouldn't be that way.
I'm the second until i am stressed enough to start disassociating, then i become the first one :)
My disassociations are boring. I basically just stand there while I'm swept away by my chaotic stream of thoughts.
But, I somehow figured out if I let things get super chaotic, it becomes background noise and I'm suddenly meditating. As an added bonus my brain decided that would be my pain response, so now my pain tolerance is crazy high (like getting a vasectomy without anesthesia and only saying ouch under my breath a few times).
I do Uber in a tourist area during peak times. And I feel this comment.
Weekdays it's silence other than the NPR radio talking points. Friday to Sunday it's chatter that I submit to in fear of losing out on the seldom tip.
FUCK
You can say fuck on the Internet!
For fucks sake.Cussing is a goddamn dirty habit and you should cut that fucking shit out.
Filtering swear words is a dark path the masses are willfully following. It's a subtle way to see if they can use AI to force us to change how we speak to align with a worldview. People need to fucking resist it.
Don't fucking say that word please
There's also the type that constantly has extra (possibly clarifying) thoughts in the middle of their typed sentences. So, they use parentheses to add those clarifications because having to retype the sentence would derail their train of thought and they'd then completely fail to convey anything.
I absolutely detest that kind (the kind who writes a giant parenthetical in the middle if their sentence before one or two words at the end. Just put the fucking parenthetical after the sentence! jfc) of person.
So, so much. Then realizing you typed two paragraphs replying to a text. Then spend 30 minutes on full re-edits until your self doubt makes you eventually delete it all and simply respond “ok” where normal people only take 10 seconds to type that and yet you get annoyed by their lack of communication. And thus the self hatred spiral continues, as ever.
I use dashes - like this - and feel called out.
I don't appreciate being attacked like this.
Some try to compensate for that by editing sentences to remove it, but then only change like half the sentence, breaking it without realizing.
got that built in bottom text
I'm held together by anxiety, caffeine and an unhealthy amount of self hate.
I also have 7 list, a board, 3 reminder app and leave sticky notes everywhere but I least I'm productive ( please help )
I'm like one in public but the other in private.
I'm type 2 and a joke, can confirm.
Mask?
Are you asking what the term means? Masking is basically wearing an imaginary mask to hide whatever about you isn't deemed "normal" by society. Some typical examples are people with ADHD focussing very hard on noticing when it's their turn to speak, people with autism forcing themselves to make eye contact, people with depression putting on a happy face. Normal Person cosplay.
"Normal people cosplay."
I was sorely lacking this definition in my vocabulary. Thank you for the correction.
Thanks for the explanation!
I went from the 2nd type to the 1st type and I don't regret it. My life is fun now.
It's too relatable to be a joke.
(No, it (really) isn't.)
