#did i mention i am a neurophysiological nightmare
Remember, you are a meat suit run by a large bowl of tapioca pudding that hallucinates all of existence on a moment-by-moment basis. And the tapioca’s most basic goal is to keep the meat suit alive long enough to reproduce.
It’s kind of miraculous that you manage as much as you do, that you’re as strong as you are, and as wise. You’re already doing six impossible things every day before breakfast.
You’re doing your best already, powered by jello, electrical current, and a frankly stunning array of tiny molecules that your meat suit manufactures for you.
So, don’t beat yourself up over mistakes. Don’t worry if things don’t work out. Don’t agonize over failure. You’re pudding, you’re doing extremely well all things considered.
It’s a little closer to bacon (a little meat and a bunch of fat) marinating in saline and it runs on sugar.
My husband likened it to bacon wrapped around scallops brushed with maple syrup. Which was the meal he’d just made. Also we were stoned.
Cerebral Palsy With ADHD: 100 PERCENT EFFORT FOR NOTHING, AUTOMATIC AND AUTOPILOT, LET’S GO LET’S GO-
Cerebral Palsy With Autism: Yeah, sure, of course we’re going, give us a fucking minute you whippersnappers, just a sec we need to flip the On Off switch to Broke.
Cerebral Palsy With Fibromyalgia: TAH DAH. SARD BORKEN.
