I made a post about this story forever ago, but it's always a good one to retell. I have schizophrenia, and a lot of emotional swings. One day a few years ago, I woke up and was ready to kill myself. I was gonna get pizza beer and drugs first, but I was ready to go. On the way to go get pizza, I see this Nazi rally on a bridge I drive on a lot. Pulled over and threw moldy coffee at them and cussed them out. One of them ran after my car, but I went into reverse and came inches away from hitting the fucker. Came back after I got my pizza and drugs, they were all gone and just left some lame ass flag there that I stole.
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I am too emotionally repressed to release grug brain
If anything, that's a recipe for an eventual F-Class (Flintstone-Class) outburst
I just remembered the poster who got upset and created flintstones related alts to wreck from for months. I don’t remember what they were originally upset about.
Pumpkin spice lattes
autistic meltdown
I am almost universally a very sweet and cheerful and patient person.
I once got so fucking frustrated that I put my fist through a window, and it was so incredibly satisfying.
I had never done anything like that before and jfc did it feel good in the moment. The beautiful give and clink of the glass, the absolute shock of onlookers, the sting of the cuts on my hand – it was amazing.
I don't wish the feelings that pushed me to that on anyone, but I wish everyone that kind of instant catharsis. 👌
Trying to get through the FedEx phone robot to figure out why a package I ordered ended up at a residence I hadn't even lived at for two years. I even checked the address I entered into the retailers website. It was the correct current address. But none of that mattered because I couldn't type in the order number fast enough and the audio recognition wasn't good enough to speak the number out loud. So I could not get past the robot to a human.
The humans in the animatrix did nothing wrong.
Arguing with my dumbass father.