The Soul Knows But Tells None

The Mighty Nein and their positions in the gang.

Yasha: …probably. That feels very, uh, eehhhhhhhhhn- that’s- I don’t know if you should do that.

Nott, meekly: But what if I find it?

Yasha: Well… Who do you feel like you wanna check? Who do you feel like has it?

Nott: They’re all so shifty.

The rest of the cast: [abrupt snickers and giggles]

Yasha, confused: They’re sleeping.

Marisha, quietly, through wheezing laughter: “They’re sleeping.”

Nott: I know.

Travis, leaning back in his chair: Mouth open sleeping [fakes snoring]

Nott: I mean, Caleb has killed his own family members, he could do anything…

Liam: [frozen in place, mouth hanging open, like a deer caught in the headlights]

Nott: Beau is a known mail fraud… convict…

Liam to Ashley: That is new information to you. Brand new.

Nott: Fjord is… he’s just mean… Caduceus, he wouldn’t do that, he’s a nice guy-

Taliesin: [hearty chuckle in Caduceus’ voice]

Nott: Jester, I’m not sure about Jester. I mean, I trust her of course, she’s the cutest of the cute, but.. at the same time it’s like, do we know much about her? She likes to deface property, she likes committing petty thef- er, petty crimes, anyway.

Yasha, reassuring: Yeah, but I don’t think she would do such a thing.

Nott, nodding: Yeah, I don’t think so, she’s sweet. She’s sweet.

Yasha: …What do you mean, “Caleb killed his whole family?”

Nott: Ah, you know, it’s a figure of speech where I’m from.

But this… This is something else.

The rapidity of a meme’s introduction to its zenith to its decline is so rapid that in ten years, you’ll need a damn twenty-page manual to explain this. It’ll be as unfunny and hard to explain as jokes in Shakespeare plays, except even more inexplicable because fuck, at least Shakespeare’s jokes are usually about anal or fucking your mother, good wholesome sex jokes we can all get behind.

ok let me see if i can break this down easily. YMCA is the easiest place to start - the song itself has become a meme over time with people changing the lyrics to reference other pop cultural events. so YMCA is meme one (1)

this first lyric replacement (”take the breadsticks and run”) is a reference to the tumblr meme ‘stuffing breadsticks into my purse’. i think everyone remembers that one so i wont bother to explain it. that’s meme two (2)

“man door hand hook car door” is a meme of its own, a creepypasta from i dont remember when. it was a terrible stupid retelling of the generic ‘stuck in a car while hook handed man tries to kill us’ story so the stupid title caught on for memorability. that in and of itself is meme three (3)

‘gun’ is… yeah i dont know how to explain gun. long story short you add gun to the end of a phrase instead of what you expect the last word to be. its shock funny. its everywhere but its popular to add to “man door hand hook car door” for.. some reason? gun is meme four (4)

and the thing is, this four meme combo is something thats gone around before. meme combos are, itself, a meme. which means taking this meme combo and mixing in another meme actually becomes meme five (5)

which leaves us at loss.jpg. loss.jpg was a terrible bad comic supposed to be about some tragic event, but it was presented so poorly literally no one takes it seriously, and for some reason recreating the four-panel setup has become popular. so thats meme six (6)

well i added my contribution : )

-Chronic headache

-Unexplained exhaustion

-Sleep problems

-Congested, runny, or itchy nose

-Unexplained anxiety

And MORE. 

I’m sitting here like 

LIKE NO ONE THOUGHT OF THIS????? 

Considering THIS is one of the causes?

-Vitamin B-6, vitamin C, copper, or zinc deficiencies

Along with THIS:

-Extreme or chronic stress

AND

-Injury or trauma

It also says antidepressants can cause it and not one person looked at you and said: “Hmm, maybe it’s THIS”???

GOD WOW. 

lol, of course they didn’t, they were too busy assuming I was an irrational female and kept upping my valium dosage, which, as a fun aside, valium is linked to an increase of histamine levels in the body. Even the pain killers I’m currently prescribed, are linked to a histamine response.

Some doctors in the US don’t think it’s even real, but according to my new doctor it’s gaining traction thanks to European research. And the way it’s treated is through low histamine diet for 6 weeks to try and lower body inflammation, and then you find out what you can tolerate and try not to overload your system and trigger a meltdown. So it’s basically just constant lifestyle management, antihistamines, and hoping like fuck they figure something out soon.

A disease a lot of the American medical community doesn’t recognize as being a thing, that has no real known and developed treatment…

When you’ve been sick for as long as I have, you eventually realize it’s going to take either a scientific breakthrough in your lifetime for you illness to become validated, or finding that one doctor who has seen and read the latest research, and goes “wait a minute”.

I was never mad about the lack of diagnosis. Saddened, but not angry.

My anger comes from the doctors that looked at my chronic pain as a child and said to my parents, “young girls are attention seekers, just ignore it.”

It came from the doctor in the rehab facility where I was wrongfully placed, who told me I was too pretty to be sick while he stuck a needle full of sedatives into my arm, which did nothing to dull the pain, but made me too weak to complain.

For the enterity of my teens and twenties being told “there’s nothing wrong, go away, shut up, take your valium and shut up” and then when I refused to stay sedated, being labelled as a “problem patient”.

For the doctor in the US who immediately looked at my history and suggested I be on anti-psychotics, and maybe if I lost weight I wouldn’t be in so much pain. The same doctor who when I dropped 20lbs in 6 weeks and almost died from what I thought was a virus, who congratulated me on my weight loss and said I looked “nice and trim” and wasn’t concerned when I said the pain hadn’t stopped.

All the doctors who listened to me calmly stating, because you have to be calm, if you’re not calm they’ll sedate you, the symptoms I was feeling, and telling me point blank not to worry so much, I was causing the symptoms with worry. Have I tried finding a hobby? I should look into yoga. Oh you used to teach it? Well you should know better then…

I’m not angry that it took so long to get a diagnosis for something rare and barely understood. I’m angry because for the last 20+ years I’ve been abused, tortured, treated for conditions I don’t have against my will, and to top it all off, been made to feel like I deserved it.

Eats food up off the floor screaming something about the five second rule

Sweatpants count as a look

Throws everything in a pile on the nearest surface as soon as they’re home

“Haha that’s gross let me see”

Hoards of some sort. Mugs, pens, notebooks, anything

Sitting in a dark room for hours wrapped up in seven blankets in front of a laptop unblinking

Makes weird noise effects to express emotions