I spent an alarming amount of my teen years thinking blue WKD was just blue beer
Why do people think people are pretending to like beer? Have you not considered the possibility beer is a broad genre and cos you don’t like Miller lite or whatever it doesn’t mean all beer is disgusting
I want the whole world to stop pretending that it likes beer
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Me, straight white man: Fishfingers for tea! #swaggerooni
Tumblr: Quiet you *kills me with words*
Me: *shrugs shoulders like a Warner Bros cartoon character who has just had his comeuppance*
I used to be sorta into the “atheist community” (more of an observer than a participant) and bloody hell they really need to learn intersectionality if they’re ever gonna get anywhere/be taken seriously as a movement cos it’s pretty much a middle class white man’s club and very rarely do people who have actually been victims of religious oppression get a platform
It’s a good job I’m single cos if I brought someone home we wouldn’t be able to go in my bedroom cos it’s that embarrassingly untidy.
I have this thing recently in my internal dialogue where whenever I’m worrying about a situation (or sometimes I’m not even worrying, just thinking), I have to spell out, in my mind, a word perfect statement on the subject or situation, as if someone was asking me about it, like one I just had now was “what would I say if an employer asked if I had any mental health problems” and the other one was “what would I say if someone asked about that girl from the other day, how would I explain what happened” and then I obsessed over what exact response I would give, word for word, trying to make it perfect, but it never gets there, so I’ll be at work slowly obsessing over something, thinking if I think about it hard enough, I’ll find the perfect words to describe the situation but it never works, I can make a little progress but it’s never perfect and really difficult to forget about.
Has anyone else had thoughts like this? I’m guessing it must be some sort of symptom of something. Or maybe it’s just me and I’m slowly losing it.
CHVRCHES // Do I Wanna Know? (Cover)