Hey um I’m sorry but I’ve been seeing you here for months and I just have to know: is there a story/meaning behind your username choice?? If so please please tell me the lore. I want to know. I need to know.
This is a little random but I just gotta get it off my chest lmao.
The other day I walked into a small restroom at school and saw two there was one stall left open. I couldn’t see inside the stall, as it was parallel to the doorway I was standing in. Anyway, I walked over to the stall and nearly ran into the guy who was standing there peeing with the door open. Of course, the guy heard me approach and looked over his shoulder at me like I had two heads, and I retreated, embarrassed.
Anyway, if that guy is reading this, I’m sorry lol. Believe me, it won’t happen again. You’ve instilled a deep fear in me and I will forever approach bathroom stalls slowly and carefully, leaning forward just enough as I approach to see if anyone is lurking inside. It won’t happen again. It won’t.
Not a cat owner, just curious passerby. Where would you mark the difference between healthy and underweight? Or is it more of a thing you notice if they start behaving differently? Or is it something that just never happens?
My sister’s cat used to always go outside and eat a mouse or something if she wanted more food than what they gave her (and sometimes just instead of eating her food, lol), so I wondered if maybe most cats are like that and so you don’t have to worry about underfeeding them.
My roommate (72 y/o, long-time smoker) had severe COPD. She’d faint without oxygen, she couldn’t leave the house for more than a few hours, which is how long her tanks lasted. I mean, it’s great that she made it to that age, but it sucked that she was sick so often. I knew her for ~6 months and watched her try and try to quit smoking. She did care about her health. And she didn’t want to die or be sick. She loved her life. She died from a sudden heart attack in November. I know that everyone dies and everyone gets sicker when they get old, but she would have been so much better off if she’d never become addicted.
I never realized how hard it could be to quit cigarettes before meeting her. This was a woman who had been on alcohol and hard drugs for years in the past and had gotten and stayed sober, but cigarettes were way more difficult for her.
It makes me so fucking angry at the people who profited off of her sickness and her death. Who advertised and lied and actively encouraged her to get addicted. I hate them. Nothing can undo the damage they did and nothing can bring her back. But if I could make them suffer for it, I would.
Is there any chance you remember where you learned it? This was the only source I was able to find (there may be more out there, and it’s from 2015… which was nine years ago, holy fuck that’s weird) and it doesn’t seem to confirm. Still, there were a bunch of other articles that came up about how smoking causes impaired wound healing (which would make me think it’d make it harder to reattach a finger, so I have no fucking clue lol), and obviously smoking is bad for plenty of other reasons too. TIL about the wound healing though, I didn’t realize how much smoking affects the whole body. Yikes.
Notably, this didn’t happen to me yesterday. I saw my reflection for a moment in a window while at work and was surprised to see myself. The person I am inside my head never had a face; the image I saw in the mirror was like a mask I’d always been wearing and couldnt take off.
I don’t know why it happened exactly when it did, I’ve been transitioning for over a year now, but it’s really fucking satisfying to finally take the “mask” off and see myself.
It’s honestly similar to how it felt when I changed my name. Like this barrier between my ‘self’ and the physical world being torn down. Like taking a full breath for the first time.
Dysphoria is real and it sucks, and I wish that nobody had to experience it. What made the biggest difference for me, even before I could socially or medically transition, was just finally allowing me to address my own self as a boy, just in my own thoughts or in writing or art. That was the hardest thing for me, but also the most freeing.
I dunno where I’m going with this, just rambling at this point. But just in case it needs to be said, you are real and fucking resilient, you matter, and you’re not alone. ♡
Fuck, I genuinely forgot that wasn’t Tom Hiddleston until you said that. I was just like “no no Tom Hiddleston is just pretending to be Anthony Hopkins, it’s magic, you see…”
In conclusion, you’re very right, and I’m an idiot who gets too immersed lol