if time travel is ever invented I swear I’ll use it so when I’m 90 years old I can go back to every single time someone told me “you’ll change your mind about wanting to get married/wanting children” and hit them in the face with my cane screaming “NOPE”
accomplishment of the day: fell into a huge tangle of blackberry bushes while trying to steal said blackberries
did you know blackberries have a fuckton of thorns
(it also means that if you ever say something embarrassing in my presence I’m probably never going to forget about it. I’m so sorry.)
having a really good memory can get awkward because I always already know a lot of small details about people that they don’t remember ever telling me about and I have to be careful not to let it slip because then they’d want to know how I knew it and “you mentioned it once in a post I read on your blog in 2004” would probably sound kind of creepy
why do I keep thinking that reading creepypasta at night is a good idea
something strange that happened today: this morning I woke up thinking that there was going to be an earthquake, I don’t know if it was because of something I dreamed or what, but earthquakes are fortunately really not a common thing in the area I live in (I remember a total of four small ones during my entire existence, worst thing one of them did was making stuffed animals fall from my shelf) so I don’t usually wake up thinking about them.
and well, there actually was a small earthquake this afternoon.
I don’t even really believe in ghosts, but I sort of half-heartedly think that my room is haunted.
my gynecologist is apparently extremely dedicated to the cause of me getting a boyfriend
last night apparently my neighbors decided to celebrate the 4th of july and I was so not expecting to hear fireworks (we’re in europe) that for a second I thought there was a shooting going on outside
one of my sandals fell apart while I was outside so I had to walk all the way back home with no shoes and basically destroyed my feet
when I was a kid my dad and I used to have a bunch of “imaginary animals” (they were called things like “the flowered crocodile”, or “the tuf-tuf”), I don’t remember how most of them came to be but I’d do their voices and my dad would talk to ‘them’ and they all had their personality and quirks and stuff. and earlier today my dad remembered about one of them and asked me if I remembered as well, then asked what happened to it since he “hadn’t heard from it in a while”, and I said “idk, maybe it died”…
…and now I’m actually sad about it.