Why Do We Exist

project hail mary is a fantastic movie that genuinely has me staring at the ceiling at like 2 am. god. its the concept of dying so others can live. what if the sacrificial lamb was there the whole time and taught the butcher how to build the slaughterhouse. what if the lamb was dragged there kicking and screaming and was told that it was dispensable because it had no one, not a family or a lover or even a dog and what if the lamb said that it just wanted to live. isnt that enough? isnt wanting to live enough? what if the lamb woke up alone and afraid but remembered enough about living and love to place his head on the chopping block anyway. and most importantly, what if the butcher wasnt a butcher but just the shepherd trying to save the rest of the flock

people are always like “i have face blindness but i’m good with names” or “im terrible with names but i never forget a face” well baby idk how to tell u this but i am . bad at both.

yesterday i didn’t recognize my coworker bc he was wearing a purple shirt and im used to him wearing all black

my husband put on a wig, in front of me, and i immediately got distressed and mad because it looked like a stranger was in our house and my ape brain wanted to attack

I once accidentally filled in a form using my internet name, went "that's not right", realised I didn't remember my legal name, panicked, and started filling it in with the names of everyone in my lab in order until I stumbled on the name that I recognised as being used for me.

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.