Can hormones (or the lack of) make you more autistic or something?
Apologies to people I've been stupidly blunt to in the past few days. I did it to... like, four people yesterday and only caught myself afterwards and I need to fucking install some Fuckwittery Inhibitor in my brain, because how fucking stupid is it to not learn? Gah, foot in mouth disease.
I hate the days when I feel like I can't trust myself with the simple act of commenting, on LJ or on IM. I don't know, it just seems like an autistic thing or something to read a comment/post/something someone just typed, then reply in a way that's pretty much "but why did you ask this since you've already decided/good idea, but like you pointed out, there's a fundamental conflict in the argument that probably can't be resolved/hello, my name is Grouse and I'm a needy cunt, plz pr0n at me" (and those sum up the stupid crap I've been writing to about four people or more during the past 24 hours). Seriously, seems like I've just been saying cuntish things all day yesterday and today and ARGH. *headdesk*
I DID NOT MEAN TO SOUND SO STUPID AND SELFISH. (Even though the selfish greed is a fucking issue, yes, I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't admit that was a problem.) Meant to have interesting conversations and despite being a needy cunt, I never ever meant to push anyone into writing/thinking anything at/for me, whether it's IM RPing, fanfic discussions or meta LJ posts. Nobody has to. *another headdesk*
And probably posting even this sounds selfish and whiny. Can't win. *Moar headdesk*
COME BACK, HORMONES. Too much panicky crap and fuck, just... I dunno, I need a constant feed of Valium or something, or an injection of Insta-Empathy or something to just STOP BEING A CUNT. It happens too naturally and too fast, *reflexively*, almost like an uncontrollable muscle spasm or something, rather than something that can be unlearned easily, like not sticking your hand in a candle flame. But no. ARGH. Dun' wanna go back on the anti-deps:(.
And to divert myself from emo, here's a superhero test thingy to torture your flist.
This all makes so much sense. Fern dispensing sage advice, Lordavon driving around in a Cortina and barking at people, Worm batting her eyelashes, Justwolf suddenly turning into a COCKNEY NUTJOB, Lesley only LOOKING like a perky civilian but having Evil Plans instead and yeah. Sam. Baby. *rocks Sam in her arms* IT'S JUST A BULLET! C'MON! REGENERATE!
I hate the days when I feel like I can't trust myself with the simple act of commenting, on LJ or on IM. I don't know, it just seems like an autistic thing or something to read a comment/post/something someone just typed, then reply in a way that's pretty much "but why did you ask this since you've already decided/good idea, but like you pointed out, there's a fundamental conflict in the argument that probably can't be resolved/hello, my name is Grouse and I'm a needy cunt, plz pr0n at me" (and those sum up the stupid crap I've been writing to about four people or more during the past 24 hours). Seriously, seems like I've just been saying cuntish things all day yesterday and today and ARGH. *headdesk*
I DID NOT MEAN TO SOUND SO STUPID AND SELFISH. (Even though the selfish greed is a fucking issue, yes, I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't admit that was a problem.) Meant to have interesting conversations and despite being a needy cunt, I never ever meant to push anyone into writing/thinking anything at/for me, whether it's IM RPing, fanfic discussions or meta LJ posts. Nobody has to. *another headdesk*
And probably posting even this sounds selfish and whiny. Can't win. *Moar headdesk*
COME BACK, HORMONES. Too much panicky crap and fuck, just... I dunno, I need a constant feed of Valium or something, or an injection of Insta-Empathy or something to just STOP BEING A CUNT. It happens too naturally and too fast, *reflexively*, almost like an uncontrollable muscle spasm or something, rather than something that can be unlearned easily, like not sticking your hand in a candle flame. But no. ARGH. Dun' wanna go back on the anti-deps:(.
And to divert myself from emo, here's a superhero test thingy to torture your flist.
This all makes so much sense. Fern dispensing sage advice, Lordavon driving around in a Cortina and barking at people, Worm batting her eyelashes, Justwolf suddenly turning into a COCKNEY NUTJOB, Lesley only LOOKING like a perky civilian but having Evil Plans instead and yeah. Sam. Baby. *rocks Sam in her arms* IT'S JUST A BULLET! C'MON! REGENERATE!