The actual PUN-issuer.

- This is just my main blog

- If you have a DNI that includes the contents of this blog, I've probably hearted your post for another blog or personal reason. If it looks like I've ignored your DNI: I swear there's a good reason for it, I'm not into being an 4ssh0le for no reason. (Reasons vary between: personal, generally interesting, "wrong blog" and "Wrong Blog! SOS! WRONG BLOG!!")

- I'm over 30 years old. (I've legit been here for so long I've forgotten why I came here.)

- Also: I'm queer. Don't hate, just using that as an umbrella term for all my sexual orientation and gender... f4ckery? Cuz it's complicated.

Edit (Jan 5th 2024): since it's come to my attention that a certain populace is encroaching on blogs & other safe spaces again, let me make my gender (they/them, if necessary) very clear:

- I'm sorry if I "heart" your post multiple times; I just vibe with it so much and I don't have a place to repost! (I really should make one.)

My DNI: Don't be an 4ssh0le and we're good.

I'll update this again if something comes up, but yeah.

Nothing particularly horrid or graphic. Just my thoughts as another birthday alone approaches.

BECAUSE I NEVER PLANNED ON SURVIVING THIS LONG, I WAS NEVER TAUGHT HOW TO BE A PERSON, NOR HOW TO SURVIVE OUTSIDE OF A HELL SOMEBODY ELSE CREATED FOR ME PERSONALLY.

So, you know.

The woman was annoyed as fuck that the man did that, but the man kept asking her something like "is everything okay" and "are you angry". The woman just kept telling him "no" and to just hurry up.

What haunts me is that the man kept slowing down his movements while the woman kept telling him to hurry up, so that she could continue doing what she was doing.

I was originally going to write about fragments of memories from when I was a minor and fully under my mother's control, but truthfully: that kind of stuff happened all the way until I moved. Including with some really fucking important things.

Literally had a guy who works "here" tell me to put tasks that I had put on today on to another day (because the entire point of this service is to support independent living).

I haven't mopped my floors since I moved here, but okay.

I haven't changed my sheets in months, but okay.

I haven't emptied my fridge of old goods in a month, but okay.

I keep forgetting to take my meds every day, but okay.

The last time I took a shower or washed my hair was a week ago, but okay.

I rarely leave my apartment, but okay.

And then there's men with the audacity to cheat on their partners, make it public (behind OG partners back), humiliate OG partner and spend multiple years and/or cheat with multiple people over the course of their OG relationship.

This person irritates the ever loving shit out of me.

I always wondered why I find her so fucking annoying...

She's asking too many questions, has no concept / understanding of "fuck off, leave me alone, I don't want you around me", and... she's a trained swimming instructor.

Literally had an argument with her about whether or not people use those floating devices on beaches if someone needs to be saved from drowning.

That argument by itself was one problem, her job and behaviour another, but what truly annoys me is the insufferable naivety and the way she's lowkey talking like everyone needs to be taught, that everyone is dumber than her.

I've almost drowned in a public pool with swimming coaches and life guards around me, and almost drowned on a public beach with no life guards, and got saved by a "civilian".

This fucking grown ass woman doesn't understand that other grown ass human beings do not always (even usually) conform to her rigid idea of how people need to behave.

She reminds me of my mother way too much. I hope she doesn't / will not have kids.

1. There's too many people outside and around in general.