No I Am Definitely Not Writing A Character That’s Aromantic So That I Can Have Someone To Project On,

How NaNoWriMo started: *a good balance between action and dialogue, exposition done in a natural way*

How it’s going: *all dialogue with the occasional nod or smile, run-on sentences, exposition spoon-fed to the audience*

I cried today at work.

There was a girl who was kind of a new coworker, and I complimented her voice. She was shocked, and thanked me profusely, and told me that she is very insecure about her voice and that it meant a lot to her that I liked it. She said that just yesterday she had been feeling down because of how much she disliked it.

I didn’t cry a lot, but my eyes got watery and a few tears leaked out. I was devastated that she didn’t like her own voice, because I adored it so much and it hurt that she didn’t see the beauty in it. But mostly I cried because of how sincerely she thanked me, and it felt so good to be able to lift her spirits at least a little bit. As I walked away and continued my work, it dawned on me for the first time in my life that perhaps I really am useful, and that I am a good person.

If all I have accomplished by the end of my life is complimenting her, then her reaction alone makes my life worth it.

UPDATE ON SLOT 66

There is now brown food, such as brownies and other such foods, placed into slot 66. I am okay with this, because when blood dries, it turns brown, so red and brown are allowed to be in slot 66 as long as it is predominantly red.

Astarion IS Shrek 2

The only revenge I ever got:

Me: I think I’m autistic.

Coworker: No you’re not. Trust me, my brother is autistic so I know what it looks like.

*after the coworker has left and come back a year later*

Me: Hey do you remember that conversation we had last year about me not being autistic?

Coworker: Yeah?

Me: I got diagnosed. I am autistic. You were wrong.

How does life work for the shaker family in Blue's Clues. Did Steve buy them from the store? Did they come with the house? Where did they come from? Are they mass produced? Are they just a completely separate race? Does Steve actually use the salt, or is that disrespectful to them? If he does use it, what happens when it runs out of salt? Does it die? Is it like a sacrifice, that pieces of its spirit leave its body every time Steve wants to season his dishes? Does pouring new salt into the shaker give the bottle a completely new spirit, or is that the same person? Is the spirit actually stored in the bottle, and the salt is just a tether to the mortal realm? How did they conceive Paprika? I need answers

Why is fictional gambling so cool. The fear, the terror, of knowing you could lose everything, and the thrill just before the reveal. Everyone is keeping their expressions closed and no one knows what each glance means. It’s so cool.

I am doing this because I can

nice

Me: Once these friends stop loving me, I can never love again.

My logic: What? They still love you tho?? Why are you saying that, they've given no indication that they're gonna stop.

Me: This is it. I will never use my heart again.

Logic: Literally nothing is happening????

Me: Cruel world, I shame you for hurting me. Tears, I loathe that I need you. Love, I wish I never knew you.

Logic: LITERALLY SHUT UP, YOU'RE FINE??????????

I love my friends. I love them all so much. They make me so happy, and they make life seem like a wonder. I spent time with them yesterday and it really made me feel so much better about myself, and we got to talk and laugh and hug. I just really love my friends. I never thought this would be possible. Five years ago I thought I would be dead before I ever got to college and yet here I am, living and loving. It’s all for them. It’s all because of them 💜