Extremely irksome as an autistic person to ask a clarifying question and be told you’re “splitting hairs” when you genuinely just don’t understand because there isn’t enough information. Like, buddy. This is me at my most basic level of “what do you mean by that.” You wanna see me split hairs? If you really saw how thin I could slice a hair you’d hurl
I will split a hair into smaller halves every hour my demands of mutual participation in communication are not met
(guy who literally has easy access to painkillers voice) ough,,, everything aches,,, ouch, if only,,, there was something i could do to stop this,,,,,, guess ill just put up with it,,,,
“objectively physically attractive but in possession of negative rizz” is one of my favorite character concepts. i think it’s so great when there’s an absurdly hot person who’s just a complete fucking loser. the mood is unsalvageable the moment they open their mouth kind of deal. you get no bitches because you’re so sucks.
I wish they could invent a medical device that temporarily transfers your symptoms and pain to the doctor treating you and it worked like a shock collar. “I think light exercise would-.” and then bam they’re rolling around the floor clutching their stomach in agony and dry heaving.
