Fascinating prompt.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
However, I am part of a DID system. We already struggle with this problem. No need to do it on purpose š¤£
-AllÄna
Tag: dailyprompt
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Challenges
Ah yes. An interesting prompt.
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
Staying alive, in all honesty. We live in a hellscape and I’m under a lot of stress right now being a repository of knowledge and stress buffer/mediator for a lot of people. It’s so bad right now that I don’t know how I feel personally about a lot of the situations I’m the human DMZ in, and I am currently too exhausted to try. Alexithymia and chronic fatigue are bitches and a half.
I’m still trying to care for myself as best as possible in all of this, finding a balance is just…. Difficult. It’s one of the reasons my phone is eternally on Do Not Disturb. It gives me some semblance of artificially manufactured peace and quiet amidst all the chaos.
I think in another life, I would have made a great emergency medical technician.
-AllÄna
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Regarding boredom..
These prompts, have been going OFF lately. Here’s today’s.
What bores you?
Well, I am an AuDHDer, so, in short… Pretty much everything after a point, fortunately or unfortunately. My brain is hardwired for two things, as best I can determine, and those things are patterns and novelty, such that after I get used to something, I can tune it out. It can, in every meaningful way, cease to exist to me.
That skill has served me very well during situations where I was being actively abused – I would memorize my abusers to such a degree that I could work around them and they’d be all but nonexistent to me. In situations where I actually give a shit but things are just moving too damn slowly for my brain that processes shit at roughly the speed of the manhole we accidentally launched into space, it’s a helluva curse and I would rather die than be stuck in whatever situation I’m in waiting. Patience is not my strong suit. So I tend to live in my head a lot to pass the time.
The one consistent exception to this is when something pisses me the fuck off. Then it’s eternally interesting and it’ll get stuck in my head until I solve it. I cannot count the number of special interests I’ve gotten into because someone told me I couldn’t ever do them.
I am a contrarian little bitch who finds ways or fucking makes them…
-AllÄna
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This prompt is interesting.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
In person socializing, mostly, unless you’re one of about five people on a very good day.
Alongside that, we seem to be slowly losing the ability to speak aloud due to burnout and fatigue. It’s just… Not something we want to do much anymore. We would rather do shit than talk about it. Idk.
-Lazarus
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The Art of Bitching
Well, this is an interesting prompt.
What do you complain about the most?
I tend to complain a lot about anything that’s difficult or exhausting for me while in the process of doing it. It helps me bypass my executive dysfunction and my deeply rooted perfectionism, which often makes it damn near physically painful to get out of my blanket lump, so cussing about having to do the task makes the task doable.
It’s one of the joys I have discovered in adulthood, as when I was a child and teen, I was often made to do things without showing a hint of displeasure. My parents insisted that I did everything they wanted “with a cheerful heart”. So I often did, but gave them hell the rest of the time and would find ways to maliciously comply with that rule while doing the task. They learned pretty early that the only way to get me to do anything that I didn’t really give a shit about well was to pay me a king’s ransom š¤£. But now that I am away from them and better for it, I bitch about damn near everything that I have to do that doesn’t involve being cocooned in a blanket lump while in the process of getting shit done.
I don’t mind being productive, for the record. I actually quite enjoy it. It just hurts a lot of the time. Bitching about the task at hand gets me to start the process of being productive, and I highly recommend it.
How do y’all get shit done?
-AllÄna
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For once I don’t want to bullshit this prompt.
What would you do if you won the lottery?
If I won the lottery, I would buy a big ass plot of land (a square mile plus) in the middle of nowhere – not gonna tell you hooligans where because this is the fucking Internet and people are weird – and start a neuroqueer commune complete with a live tracking studio mostly filled with analog gear š and I would use the remaining funds to fill people’s GoFundMes and start SEVERAL businesses I’ve been meaning to start, lol.
I have plans….
-AllÄna
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Why do all of these damn prompts have to be so damn boring?
List five things you do for fun.
Today’s Day One promptI’m gonna take a leaf out of Lazarus’ book and completely ignore the spirit of it.
- Scream.
- Seduce the populace (by accident. It has to be by accident)
- Become very angry periodically at nouns (people, places, and things) and make art in the resulting rage fugue.
- Play astronaut in my wheelchair when I’ve had too much caffeine. No, I will not elaborate further beyond the fact that the ENEMY GATE IS DOWN –
- Make fun of boring prompts like these.
Step it up, people. BORING! NEXT!
-AllÄna
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Oh, Look, Another Interesting Prompt!
Oh, hey, everyone. I know I just posted, but I, Lazarus, am here again because there is a very interesting prompt here that I want to answer really quickly.
In what ways do you communicate online?
Today’s prompt from the journaling app Day One.Usually like this.
That ought to explain my Online Communication Style plenty. No matter where I’m writing or even if it’s more formal, the vibe is something like THAT.
Okay, bye!
-Lazarus
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Episode YES: Insomnia Strikes Back
Hello, cherished mothers and fuckers. Lazarus here once more with your daily Des Moines Cropduster (context below, thanks, Theo).
I’ve started calling posting on here or sharing a link to a post I make a “Des Moines Cropduster” because of my eldritch headmate’s masterful nonsense. Ergo, you’re being Cropdusted as we speak…. I thought this prompt looked interesting and I have a few responses for y’all.
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
Here are my favorite contenders thus far:
Ashley Halliwell’s Brainhole, New and Improved, Under New Management. NOW WITH MORE INSOMNIA!
Got questions? We have answers. Believe them or else.
The speed limit on this freeway is 80mph. But we bet you are not going as fast as MY BRAIN CAN PROCESS EVERYTHING…
How many sins have you committed today? Not as many as This Motherfucker. [photo of my face] If you can commit more Christological heresies than This Bitch in a 24 hour period, YOU get a free cardboard box.
Got Lore? We Sure Do. Follow For More.
All of the potential billboards would include a link to Open Sorcery for the bit, of course.
And simply to up the ante, I would place the billboards in and around the Cleveland, Ohio metro area. What can I say? I know my audience.
In case y’all can’t tell by the above dastardly suggestions and the post title, insomnia is STILL kicking my ass. I am beginning to wonder if it’s because of the fact that, on top of the vitamin B supplements I’ve been taking, I have started taking ibuprofen and Tylenol every 4-6 hours when I don’t lose time to deal with my chronic pain further. It’s working wonderfully for the pain. However, there’s been one absolute motherfucker of an unintended consequence. My brain has come completely, exhaustingly alive again, just like it did before my now-integrated headmate AllÄna came down with mono when she was 16.
It doesn’t shut up. Nothing helps it. Not sex (for very long, anyway), not getting stoned off my ass, NOTHING. Zilch. Nada. The only thing that even remotely helps is letting myself pursue whatever idea has fascinated me until I’m so thoroughly burnt out and exhausted that I see fucking double and finally pass out. And even then, I sleep maybe 4-6 hours a night. It’s very, very rare these days that I get more sleep than that, and the sleep I get is absolute garbage. My dreams are vivid. I toss, I turn, I’m up every few hours… I swear I’m more delirious than asleep.
Am I simply a husky in human form?
This shit has made me intimately and acutely aware of why my strictly enforced bedtime was 8PM for most of my youth. I didn’t fucking sleep! I COULDN’T fucking sleep!
I’m realizing as well why my dad, Xavier, and my late grandmother, Rose, were always doing projects, as well, and I am more grateful for this blog and my myriad other projects and interests every day.
Rose was a chemist by trade, ran every damn social club in her town, was a former art dealer with a glorious collection of beautiful art, gourmet chef/baker, read books backwards, and I never saw her sleep more than four to six hours, either, before she got very sick in 2010. She was an indisputable genius whose brain was also fucking ALIVE, and frankly I can’t blame her for having so many interests and being constantly on the move. If I could handle it physically, I would be, too. Lord knows I am mentally at this point.
Fuck.
Well, that’s enough bitching about my blazing fast brainhole from me for one day. I’m probably gonna watch some TV and scream into the void or something, also known as every DM in existence. Emerson and Zelda are spending the night together and going out to a Fancy Restaurant tonight which means that your gremlin gets delicious leftovers, hehe. I live for tasty leftovers. I’m also calling my cozy partner in Michigan, Autumn, later. They were the suitor I mentioned a bit ago in this post and things are going so well! So things aren’t all shitty in my brain.
But before I go… Memes.
Stay tuned for more magic, lovely entities! I love y’all.
Cropdusting complete. Lazarus out.
