Horrible place this is...
Special Fear and Anxiety
- Usually I just go and confront my own emotional baggage that comes from, well, my own issues and problems. Every while, I honestly get jealous of others for different reasons. It's easy to say 'Then go and fix it, stop whining/complaining!', but it's harder then that. Eventually I go and, for lack of better wording, 'Talk to myself'. Everyone does it, when they ask themselves a question or have a moral conscience decision. I just keep asking myself the questions and try to calmly answer them, and then question the answer and the process repeats until I am unable to do so anymore. Sadly though, it's come back. In the past, people have wondered where I go when I disappear from skype or such. Sometimes this is what happens to me, but that's not the main reason 'why' I'm typing this. I'm curious, what kind of anxieties or fears do people have? And what do they do to overcome them? And even if they do 'overcome' it, do you ever wish you haven't?
whitepool asked: Dear future me
Did our plan work where we achieved immortality through the heir minds? Also do we have a son or a daughter as our first born?
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Anonymous asked: </3
Haha, oh boy this one is a toughy. Not because there’s not much to talk about, but which one to choose from. Not to mention from what it means to be ‘broken’ physical or mental. So let’s I’ll do one from the physical one, and next one I get will be emotional…
So when I was around three, my older sis an I would play in the backyard and do what normal kids do; have sword fights in the back yard with sticks. One day though, our sticks broke so we went to find the nearest things we could use. I found a plastic tube from the vacuum, while she found a metal pipe. Least to say it didn’t end well for me, next thing I knew I got a smack right in my mouth. Now normally it’d be fine, maybe baby teeth fallen out. My parents thought so, that is until my two front teeth turned black. That day I had to get dental surgery for my teeth had died. What was fun about that day, and bless my dad, was when they gave me the anaesthetics I was crying begging my dad to help me. Then I cried more, said I hated him and spat at him before it kicked in and knocked me out. My dad told me when I got older was that he understood that it wasn’t just the medication, but I was literally scared out my my mind (three year old surrounded by strange men trying to put a mask on you, holding you down to a chair as your dad hovers above you doing nothing to save you from your eyes?).
The apparently adorable part from my parents and sister eyes was that after the surgery, every xmas I would ask Santa for new front teeth. I spent 7 years being a good boy before I got them haha.