So tell me, are those cookies made with real Girl Scouts?
Yes, but only the finest Girl Scouts, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
There is so much fresh produce and yummy leftovers in my fridge from my renewed interest in cooking that there's only room for one Coke to chill at a time. So my question is... HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEE?
You made some mistakes. You’ve got nowhere to run. The night goes on as you’re fading away. You’re sick of this life. You just want to scream:
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I’ve been up since 6, working since 6:20, on my third cup of coffee. I have a metric shit-ton of work to get done today so I can be off next week with a clear conscience. I’ve got my totoro hat on, the man candle is burning (ask Kally, it totally smells like a dude), and the house is quiet.
I’m deleting my otherkin are hilarious blog that I started a few days ago because I can’t even make fun of them anymore now that they’re defending the impulses of pedophiles.
You know, If you would take time to actually understand what they’re thinking, instead of just…
You know, I really admire the courage and self awareness it must have took for you to approach a complete stranger and educate them on intrusive thoughts and use self diagnosed OCD as an example. A lot of people might look at your post and immediately dismiss it as a masturbatory exercise in back patting, but I know it must have taken a lot of self searching and fearlessness to expose your struggle and use it as a teachable moment. I respect that.
I should ask my husband about intrusive thoughts. He was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome in 1981, before they even had the internet to look up symptoms. I don’t really want to bug him right now, because we’re in the hospital where he’s being treated for pleurisy and he’s trying to catch up on some much needed sleep, but I know that he has also struggled with intrusive thoughts. Of course, he’s decided to explore them through music, video, and art and neurologists rather than Web MD, but to each his own. I do know in much of the Tourette’s community, people tend to disdain the self diagnosed, (Tourette’s has significant OCD features) but I know my husband would really appreciaite the work and bravery it must take for you to throw your lot in with the afflicted and really commit time and energy to internet activism.
Before I read your post, I thought it was really troubling that some people are so desperate to have their fakey-made-up-identity-accessory accepted that they were willing to champion the cause of a self-proclaimed pedophile, but I see now that I was being really ignorant. Before I thought it was the worst kind of laziness and excessive self deception born out of a fear of being average, unlikable, and mediocre. Thanks to your post, I see now that it really is open mindedness on a fundamentally heroic level.
OMG. Are you from Nebraska? I'm from Nebraska. Ok, well, I WAS from Nebraska before I moved to Texas 25 years ago... and then moved to Missouri 5 years ago. But yeah, before ALL that... fuckin' N-E-B-R-A-S-K-A. (And if you're not from Nebraska, please kindly ignore this)
I am from Nebraska! I lived in Omaha for the first 22 years of my life. I went to Catholic grade school, high school and college there. And the college was an all girls school. Make of that what you will.