a below the belt blow by reality, tbh, to drop that shit into my life at the same time as I am sloshing hip-deep through the paradigm shift that parts work is having on my psyche

aaaahhhhhhhh

Her questions, in order, were:
-- Do people really live in those big houses that look all the same?
-- Do the parties really look like that? With everyone using the red cups?
-- What is prom? What is the difference between junior prom and senior prom? Why don't the other grades have a prom?

no, your glasses are not too much -- maybe those people just aren't enough 🤷‍♂️💅

this is the start of your hero's journey to travel to the only blacksmith in the world who can repair your father's prized heirloom sword (i.e., this knife), which is the only thing you have left of your family ever since the fire

this looks like your nemesis samurai sliced it with their katana

Why, you may ask, is this idiot building their ill-advised pipe dreams on a foundation of quicksand if they've got a hang-up about stability? Because this idiot knows it's all quicksand in the end baybee ✌️😎✌️

as long as art exists I will never have a moment of peace, and unfortunately for me art includes paneled wooden doors

and I'm expected to just, like, walk down the street, one foot in front of the other, and breathe steadily in and out like THAT's normal, instead of falling to my knees and howling at the unbearable existence of it all? is that it? is that what you're telling me??

you weren't kidding about that lighting being extra