(( OOC: Okay, I started answering this in character, but I feel like I need to address it personally.
Way too many. It’s honestly devastating. I’m so sorry for the pain you guys experience, I’m so sorry that you guys can’t see another way out. But there are so many ways to make life worth living.
It can be really ugly. I’ve been through years of pain at a time, and it’s overwhelming. Life can be terrible.
Life can be so wonderful, and maybe not everything is in our control, but we have a lot of power in spite of our limitations. Cling to the little things, the good things. Stay active, focus on helping others and stepping outside of your own mind… little steps can help you pull yourself out of the pit.
Life goes in waves, bad things will always happen, but so will good things, and you can choose to let the bad consume you, or let it teach you.
Please stay strong. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for, and life is worth living, even through the pain. ))
Try to say regular names with a bunch of Oreos in your mouth!
Examples: Jocelyn = Jorslun. Elizabeth = Lisbit. Daniel = Dannel.
You’re welcome.
Following up on this idea. I tried this method with a hamburger in my mouth, in lieu of Oreos. Results:
Alice = Allit. Mark = Marth. Tommy = Domi.
Confirmed: a mouth full of President Choice White Mac and Cheese produces a subset of names with a more badass tilt to them.
Examples: Chris = Rith. Brittany = Brickney. Megan = Mayhem.
I JUST CACKLED OUT LOUD IN PUBLIC
This is an amazing tool.
anyone ever: It’s getting hot in here.
my brain: ……so take off all your clothes 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉
me: wtf why??? still? what year is it??????
Ever notice how when you’re hanging out with someone, you’re not only hanging out with a body but also with a history. Ever felt it too?
Like you’re walking down the sidewalk alongside this field of planted experiences; memories of childhood, first kisses, love, tragedy, heartbreak, heartmend, epic wins and epic failures. So much personal history at your disposal just at arm’s length.
And you can tap and trigger these memories through conversation.
Some blossom like a flower.
Some explode like a mine.
And soon the totality of the field next to you begins to expand once you realize that you yourself are dropping seeds into that soil. You’re like a fleet of Maple leaves hovering swiftly across. And then you begin to wonder what kind of seeds you’re dropping. Will they flower or explode?
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