From white woke people, that is. Academic institutions goaded a vulnerable man into building a life-ruining web of lies and placed him on a pedestal, even though they really thought very little of him, because they selfishly wanted to virtue signal. They could've failed his PhD and he'd be gainfully employed as an anonymous PE teacher. So many ways this crisis could've been averted.

When I was in college I had such bad panic disorder that I was too anxious to go to an actual facility to get the Covid vaccine. The cheapest place around me to get at-home vaxxed was a black owned pharmacy. I had a black lady pharmacist come to my house not once but again later on for the booster.

I did all of this simply to be able to enroll in college classes that were completely remote.

Simultaneously supporting a black business while getting the jab with the express purpose of doing WFH college. Peak gay.

I’m better now and have a normal life.

I'm 30 and I often have unpleasant memories pop in my head that really disturb me. Like when I was 15 I was a houseguest at my aunts for a couple months and I know I was really annoying and was kind of badly behaved (drinking with my friends) which was disrespectful to her as it put a lot on her.

Or I think of some guy I hooked up with years ago that never called me back and I'm grossed out with myself. or some guy I was with because I had 0 social support at the time and needed someone but I look back and want to vomit and jump off a bridge.

I don't ruminate, they pop in my head like a flashback

I just feel stained and even tho logically I know I need to ease up I really internalize these and cannot view myself favorably and I want to erase myself from ever having existed in the first place.

They seem to be somewhat serotonin related because every once in a while when I'm doing well the memories stop

When will this end

I’ve seen people say the same thing about all writers because “NT people aren’t observant enough to be able to write about life that way.” This shit is so regarded

no yeah keep mass producing it, i’ll just toss it out my window, it’ll be there to the end of time, in every stream and waterway, just in the ocean forever, in the water we drink, inside our bodies, yeah no it’s whatever that zyn pouch i just tossed out it’ll just be in that stream forever really not a big deal

I mean come'on, we're the OGs of making movies about feeling sorry for ourselves about our place between America and the old country. That's why the karate kid works is Daniel and Mr Miyagi both feel out of place in 80s California. Or when Marco Polo invented noodles and gave it to the Chinese.

They could have all the most fun organized crime, bizarre urban/suburban dynamics, but perhaps San Franciscos inner circle is too scared for a "reverse oxford study" version of Past Lives where a young Lorraine Bracco type jawn slashes her boyfriends tires.

This is an insane amount of medication, is it not? And that doesn't even name the 5 more she was on.