So I've been spending all of my time on The Slender Nation Forums.
AND IT'S SCREWING WITH MY HEAD.
See, there are people, and then there are the sorts of people who spend their free time researching, delving into, and otherwise populating the Fear Mythos with new and mysterious ways to need to change your underwear.
And people, as in the people you pass on the streets, are- for the most part- not the same sorts of people you'd find on TSNF. They're normal people, the sorts of which respond with apropriate levels of disgust and scorn if you spend twenty minutes delightedly discussing the social and cultural implications of medieval torture devices and think you're talking about a device for gathering leaves if you mention The Rake.
BUT IF YOU SPEND ALL YOUR TIME ON THE SLENDER NATION FORUMS.
YOU WILL BEGIN TO FORGET WHAT NORMAL HUMANS ARE LIKE.
I'm in this difficult quandary of liking people- I get along well with most people I meet- but there's a problem. Because now, I'm starting to treat 'normal people' the same way I treat the other forum-goers. Even though MOST PEOPLE YOU MEET FACE TO FACE WILL RIGHTLY DECIDE THAT THERE IS SOMETHING CERTIFIABLY WRONG WITH YOU IF WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF MEETING THEM YOU'RE DISCUSSING ELDRICH MONSTROSITIES AND THE IMPLICATIONS OF GLOBAL ENVIRONMENTAL DECLINE ON MANKIND'S FAITH IN THE SUPERNATURAL AND HOW BEST TO REMOVE A PERSON'S EYES FROM THEIR SOCKETS WITHOUT CRUSHING THEM BECAUSE EYES ARE SOFT AND SQUISHY.
I had known that this I had this problem before. But it's never really bugged me before.
Except now, I met this really interesting, really cool girl that I hit it off with right away, and I was looking forward to talking to her-
AND I THINK I SCARED HER OFF BECAUSE I CONVINCED HER I WAS INSANE TOO QUICKLY.
mourirarty, I'm blaming you.
I don't know why, I just am.
I don't remember when last I slept. (Read as: did I last wake up yesterday? Or the day before?)
The only reason I'm aware of the fact that I ate was because yesterday was wednesday, and I always have at least one meal on wednesdays, but I don't recall the actual event, so I have to take it on faith that it actually happened.
Currently surrounded by all the clutter on my warzone of a bed (remarkable, isn't it? That it's actually possible to sleep on this bed:)
and thinking about how the absolute chaos of all this rediculous stuff I surround myself with is a fairly decent metaphor for my life.
I just spent the whole night folding origami, listening to viking metal, researching the various ways to get blood out of carpeting, and reading every single friends-locked backpost in my friend's LJ.
And now I am drinking tea and trying to figure out whether or not my hat has enough secondary accessories to double as a swiss army knife yet.
And it's only 5:45 in the morning.
The perfect start to what I hope will be a beautiful day.