To Avoid Being Tortured, You Started To Explain Workers Unions To Any Demon That Would Listen. Your Goal

To avoid being tortured, you started to explain workers unions to any demon that would listen. Your goal is to cause a strike.

I got 1 task done today. I emptied the big trash can in my bedroom. That's one less fork to deal with.

I have severe executive dysfunction. I've been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it's helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn't freak out trying to tackle everything at once.

I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:

fascinated by how "dislocate" seems to be a word used almost exclusively to refer to the misalignment of bodies, or parts of the body, from their proper place. it's distinctly anatomical. you don't say "i dislocated my keys" for instance, even though that's technically a correct and coherent sentence.

Writing Description Notes: Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/ Distracted

Updated 10th July 2024 More description notes

Sitting up right against his pine tree just to get his thoughts in order

A thousand thoughts raced around his mind at once, more questions than answers flooding his inner thoughts like a tsunami.

John exhaled slowly, eyes shut as the world around him dissolved into his own thoughts.

Her brows softly twitched, her eyes alone holding so many ambivalent emotions.

The gears in Jane’s head warped for a moment, her face twisting adorably as she thought long and hard.

The cogs in his head could practically be seen turning.

His face twisted adorably for a moment, she could see the cogs turning in his brain.

The cogs turned and turned, eventually clicking into place in his mind.

The cogs in his clever mind began to spin at an alarming rate.

She could see the gears spinning behind his eyes.

How pragmatic he truly was. No posturing, no comebacks, just quiet concentration.

Listening and focusing, not allowing himself more movement than breathing.

Jane’s train of thought came to a screeching halt as a movement within the gazebo caught her eye.

Though he was giving the same nonchalant stare he always gave, a marathon of thoughts were running through his head.

Thoughts plagued his near sleeping mind.

The trees in the foreground suddenly became very interesting.

A slew of thoughts set off in John’s head.

Her mind ground on the troubling information.

Constantly replaying the last few days he’d spent with Jane, like his heart wanted to remind me of all the pain he was going through.

There were no thoughts, no distractions, no outside noises leaking in – all that mattered was this strange moment of an alluring instinct happening.

What was Jane doing stealing his thoughts and distracting him from his larger problems anyway?

Past scenes played through his mind at the speed of sound.

The television sat in silence in front of him and he wondered if he should turn it on to have some kind of noise to keep the dark thoughts at bay.

His mind and heart were at war within him.

Her thoughts got completely derailed.

The alcohol wasn't enough to keep the swirling doubt from seeping into John’s mind.