Ganaram Inukshuk

"The ability to communicate with anyone regardless of timezones is even newer than actual timezones."

 - Me

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I think...

<Looks up "spaghet">

I thought for sure this was another covfefe.

Actually, why is it comforting being an absolute mystery to just about everyone?

Because those who figure out who I am, I fear I'll never see again. Being a mystery spares me from all the emotions baggage of losing those who know me and those who dare bring me down for being far too different; you can't tear me down if you don't know how.

At some point I learned to never help anyone before I learn to help myself; the help myself part never happened and now I'm in a position where I not only rarely share my thoughts but I fear what others have to say, even when I ask for it and even if it's on a topic that isn't relevant to me.

Can't I just be a Turing machine and live that way forever?

Came to the realisation that I don't look up to other artists and I had to remind myself why: to prevent myself from being compared to others.

There's no good way to share what I have on my mind because I feel like that rule starved me of interaction and improvement.

Caption this:

Episode discussion = complaint box

Change my mind. (No, really, change my mind.)

Horrible idea for a grammar/wordplay meme: any word that ends with -er, have it end with -est instead; bonus points for listing its base form (without any suffixes) alongside the -er (comparative) and -est (superlative) variants. Examples: great, greater, greatest; good, gooder, goodest; ling, linger, lingest; ging, ginger, gingest; end, ender, endest.

Those examples were an adjective that conjugates that way, an adjective that conjugates irregularly, a verb, a noun, and a conjunction whose comparative form is a noun or adjective depending on the context. (Even worse: just slap the suffixes onto any word you can find.)

I just want today to be over with and forgotten.

It's ok if you don't care about what I have to say; I'll do my best to keep myself silent.

I've known this for a while, but the main font that I use for all my drawings defaults to using lowercase numbers, but the biggest selling point is the fact that it makes the uppercase i and lowercase L two distinct shapes.

No matter how many times I ask for feedback, I never get any. "I like this" doesn't tell me anything; I wanna know how I did.

Apparently that's an impossible request.

No, still too scared to participate in episode discussion. (Been that way ever since S2.)

There are only two options left: find some way to do so or never attempt at all.

Now I'm just far too tired to want to do anything.

Good. It's probably better that way.

Personality flaw #1: Constantly wavering confidence regarding art.

Personality flaw #🅱: Will constantly obsess about the functionality of even the simplest scripts for hours on end.

If I ain't worrying about how my art looks, I'm worrying about how my code works.

Please let me know if you're still interested with your request; otherwise, I'll have to take your lack of response as a no.

Seasonal depression is like a cold to me: it comes and goes and there's not much I can do about it.

Please don't share what you think; I can't have people thinking me the wrong way based on what I say and sometimes I can't stand what others say.

Stages of Daylight Savings Time:

1. Great, I overslept again... wait, I didn't.
2. Great, now there are more clocks for me to reset.
3. <Looks outside> Wait, is it THAT dark already?

Tell me, is being opinonless about the show (or anything at all) (or rather, having an opinion you refuse to share) a good thing?

I think so; I can't be invalidated if I never share what I think; happened a few times before and I'm not letting it happen again.

Things don't seem to get better, and no, I'm not explaining what's happening; the two things I've been told a long time ago (no details) are "people have it worse than you" and "no one will fully ever understand you", and even when I do explain, there's always misinterpretation, so there's never been a point to explaining ANYTHING.

I'll handle it myself; that's how it's always been and that's how it'll always be.

Today is just not my day.

Whatever, I guess...

Either that or it's seasonal depression; then again, not like anyone notices... 

Which is worse, being a person without a voice or a voice without a person?

This is how I feel about anything I make close to my heart; anything I have to share gets ignored or lost, so maybe it's better to do so without anyone ever knowing who made it.