in my organic chemistry lab drinking all the acetone
My Blog Is Not A Safe Space
i put landmines everywhere and i have no fucking idea where i put them please fucking help me
“we must make sure you do not appear here again. bailiff, whack his peepee.”
*whack sound*
*Mel Blanc scream*
ADHD in the era of the personal brand is wild.
You get into a thing and hyperfocus harder than anyone ever has hyperfocused. Dozens, hundreds of posts across multiple platforms. You discover things no one knows, you create many new things, you intangibly weave your very digital soul into the threads of this niche thing’s fabric. You are now known as “The Thing Guy” on several websites (despite not being a guy). People screenshot it and crosspost it to other websites, and the comments are like “OH IT’S THE THING GUY AGAIN!”
three weeks later, you drop it like a stone. You still want to do it, but you have no more motivation, and you can’t force yourself to touch it again. Your brain just goes “bored now” and moves on.
Mere months later someone goes “hey, aren’t you The Thing Guy?”. You are suddenly smoking a cigarette. You take a deep drag. “Used to be, long ago… back in March”. They look at the calendar. It’s halfway through May.










