So many ideas, so little motivation

Got asked about my accent whilst grabbing breakfast from the bakery next to my workplace and after explaining that I picked up an American accent from watching Minecraft YouTube so much when I was growing up they deadass asked 'so where on the spectrum are you?' And man was that dead on.

Me, after getting explicitly invited to an exclusive space by people: what if they don't want me here and they're just being nice

No-one ever told me about the existential dread that comes with knowing you'll never live a 'normal' life and having literally no way to change that.

I swear sandwiches taste better when they've been wrapped in plastic wrap/tin foil and have gotten slightly squished from being in a bag or pocket.

Every time I make pasta I look at the pasta on the pot and think 'that doesn't look like enough' and add more and every time I am wrong

Not everyone is so absolutely terrible at words that they can take an easily explainable situation and make it significantly worse but SOMEONE has to do it and unfortunately that's me.

Why must I feel awkward VC-ing with people I've known online for years yet I can unload my life story on strangers irl. Where's the logic?

Practicing crochet with stitches so tight they deal 30 points of psychic damage to all the elderly women watching me