iAreNotaPotato

My issues with ep9:

It's super out of character to have Pomni let Jax just fuck off and die.

Jax dying off-screen after they spent the entire show almost having it happen and hinting at it was bullshit.

What was with the corn?

So why did Caine come back?

The editing felt choppy and disorienting for the first 20 mins, and I'm talking about before the scene in Jax's brain.

They should have confirmed Jax being trans or gay. Like he's queer, but confirm it and have his real self, actually transition or be gay or whatever, instead of letting people guess.

This is way too short and shouldent if been marked as a movie, if it was gonna be, at least make it movie length instead of sandwiching with ep8.

Jax had an overnight personality shift after what happened with Ribbit took me out of it. It should have been gradual; he murdered Ribbit, and then, when his friend Kaufmo started showing signs, the fucker didn't care. It feels like Goose made the shit up as she went.

Also, now Jax is even worse when re-watching the pilot.

And while I am glad Goose didn't pull a scitt cawthen, I also am kinda sad the brain scanning theory was correct.

Also, why was the main cast just okay with being a brain scan after seeing some pics on Instagram

I know I wouldn't.

That's all I have to say, lmk how stupid you think I am or whatever. And for reference, anyone saying this was peak or the worst ever is fucking stupid.

Since before I can remember ive said that I was gonna kill myself at 20. Not sure why 20 specifically, but that's the age I chose.

I use it as a catch-all for bullshit going on in my life, Grandpa dies? Well, it's fine because I'm gonna kill myself at 20.

An animal dies? Well, I shouldn't worry about it, I will be gone.

Not to say I didn't mourn, I did, but there always was this sense that it was a wasted emotion.

This saying grew in when it was used as, " What are my plans for the future? It doesn't matter.

It was used as a reason not to change my eating habits, or sometimes it's what I'd say to myself when someone was mad at me.

When my house burned down, I didn't have this thought, at least after I replayed it over and over in my head, about what I could have done differently, and what could have happened. Every what if. After the house fire, I don't feel that way, not to say that I'm not suicidal, but that I want to be out of where I am, I want to live.

Losing and then (trying) to find something with ADHD is pretty much moving any objects around you into a pile and then lingering in the same places over and over, then deciding it's under the pile, moving the pile again, looking through the pile, and the. Returning to the same 4 places until you have decided that it might be in the pile.

I had a house fire on July 31, 2025, and I think it's so stupid that it's been 64.

It's stupid that I think of things that don't matter.

Meaningless items.

They dont matter

And something does.

Every night I stay awake thinking of my cat, in an irrational way I think of what was going through my cat's head.

Do you think that when the smoke filled the rooms and the fire was gluttonous and consumed more, and when the voices that were loud and scared left the house.

Did he think he was not loved?

That was when everyone grabbed all the other animals, and he was not to be found because he was away fearful and hidden, alone.

Did he hope it would stop?

When the fire department took over 40 minutes to get there, did he give up?

When the first 20 minutes had passed, I knew he was gone and I knew they had failed.

And when my grandma was in the yard crying, and my sister was on the ground watching our home die.

Did he know that he was a funny cat?

That I loved him?

That everyone did?

That his voice was funny?

That he looked like a goober?

That he was unique and special?

I know, I truly know that in that fire he was not scared, I know he was brave.

I love you, Wilbur.

Hug your cat.