That Neurodivergent Moment When Youre Not Sure If You Can Leave

any one else see an ad,

fully acknowledge that it is, infact, an ad,

scroll past the ad,

and then go, "but what if that wasn't an ad"

To which you proceed to scroll back up skim the ad and just

"IT WAS AN AD! :D"

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling

I'll have to make a record of this before I forget so,

Kintsugi - on March seventh, I came to an idea. Eventually, this idea was called Kintsugi, named after the Japanese art of putting broken pottery back together with gold. Which is the only way to describe the main idea of the story.

It follows a young man who uses a wheelchair (I've not developed this story well enough to know why), he's in college and has an adoration for pottery, of which he owns many pieces. But he feels like he's fallen into a nightmare of monotonous life, and endless cycle of class, sleep and commuting. One push, and then another, waiting for life to change. While sitting in class one day, a tardy student comes to sit next to (oh god wait I don't have names.. (we'll call them 1 and 2 stfu)) 1, who is strangely attracted to this carefree mess of a man. After sharing some missed notes with 2, 1 is introduced to a new way of see life. Become close friends, 2 teaches 1 to enjoy a crisp view of the world, one filling with unbridled love and optimism. This evolution is tackled delicately enough over the course of serveral chapters. Eventually, while hanging out one evening 1 discovers 2 was never everything 1 thought he was. There's no short way to write this scene without doing a great injustice. Basically 2 was only ever as you chose to see him, a prefect piece of porcelain, or Kintsugi.

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.

My brain always wants me to do something, and usually I will eventually get to doing that thing, or I just find something else to do instead and forget about it.

Because I wanted to show you

I'm never sure if people believe me when I say I'm empathic because I can be quite the dink. But just look at me. I'm a doofus. I just put my large stuffed animals (whom I always sleep with) on the ground, gave me a pillow and wrapped em in a balnket.

I was going to make a different post but I have forgotten it due to

I didn't know it did that :> that's so great :)

I bite my nails a lot but I found a solution, nail polish. Rather than biting my poor fucking nails my need for everything to be aesthetic gets the better of me and I don't do it

I'm tired of having vampire/werewolf stories only being about spicy romance, thats just thinly veiled abuse.

Like give me a story thats about a college age werewolf who rents the basement of a grandparent-like vampire.

Pirate shit, fuck are they gonna do?

So I have a but of a theory Im working on but I need some data so:

*ADHD and Autism are separated out from other neurodivergences for theory reasons. If you have one of those, pick the relevant option for those not the non-ADHD/Autism ones, and vice versa

Also, if you consider yourself something else like an ambivert, just pick the closest/more common option

As always reblog for more data points