YEAH!!! Omg I’ve Never Had Someone Explain Exactly How I Feel About DHMIS

YEAH!!! Omg I’ve never had someone explain exactly how I feel about DHMIS

i know i make this post every other week but dont hug me im scared is so deep within my soul. i have genuinely never seen a show summarize the feeling of being a human better than this one. (at least for my neurodivergent ass, anyway) the show may hardly make sense when you try and find an overall plot, but life itself doesnt have a plot does it? it’s just days, on and on in a persons life. but besides that point, dhmis was never supposed to be about plot anyway. its about what you feel, its always been about that. and every time something happens, sensical or not, i feel something ive felt before in my life. when red guy is surrounded by his own kind, singing in a room full of awkward silence, im reminded of when i was a kid performing for my family and they paid no attention. when hes on stage with the world screaming over him, im in the crowd watching as my own voice is silenced. when duck is singing in the kitchen about his lack of family, eating dinner alone at a huge dining table, im on the other side with my own pathetic plate. when yellow guy is crying, begging for the world to be quiet for a moment, i am in another bed, a torn-apart little boy crying after a nightmare with no one to run to either. they might make no sense, their stories may be ridiculous, but they are feeling what ive felt before, feelings ive never seen represented in this way. dont hug me im scared is a home to me. a wretched, painful reminder of a home, where i sit in the fourth chair and watch my own life in a twisted, blurry dream. where i see creatures unlike anything ive seen, beings sewn to sing and dance discover the mortal pains that i had to discover long ago. people like to think the trio used to be human before they forgot, but i disagree. in my eyes theyre cotton and felt, tortured to become human and discover the pain of mortality, the horrors that come from flesh and blood, the terrifying intricacies of feelings such as love. most people watch from their couches, or their laptops, but i watch from right behind them. i walk up the stairs with a little yellow hand in my own, stepping up to see my own helpless life in the fun-house mirror that is dont hug me im scared.