Had I Dream In Which I Posted A Well Thoughtout Paragraph And The Only Reason It Got Traction Was Because
Had I dream in which I posted a well thoughtout paragraph and the only reason it got traction was because of a single typo.
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Y'know how repeatedly typing 'a' is like scream and repeatedly typing 'z' is showing someone's sleeping? What do the others mean?
What I've gathered (post original post-haha see I'm funny I swear-):
A: Realization (like, 'a(h), okay')/Screaming/Sighing/Voice exercises -Often followed by 'h' rather than itself.
E: Squealing -Like the stereotypical girl squealing? When they see something cute? I don't know.
I: Squealing(?) -I don't know what I'm doing.
M: Gagged/Eating/Humming/Sleepy noises/Surprise/Thinking -Often presented with alternating caps to indicate pitch. Commonly used to portray unintelligible speech.
N: Cute noises/Eating/Humming (rare)/Sleepy noises/Surprise/Thinking -Often used to show satisfaction, usually short and sweet (little sibling of 'm' vibes). It can also be used as a nonverbal response and accompanied with subtle body language (i.e. nodding/clenching of fist/narrowing of eyes/change in facial expression).
O: Interest/Mockery -Often presented with alternating caps to indicate pitch.
R: Growling -Would probably start with a 'g'?
S: Hissing (i guess?)/Snake slithering/Sizzling (like grill) -Often starts with a capital, but is followed by lower case.
T: Symbols???
V: Industrial noises? -Like machine?
Z: Buzzing/Sleeping/Snoring/Static -Often presented with alternating caps to indicate unevenness or proximity.
Me when someone underexplains a topic I'm not well versed in: nods head in fear of being rude or looking uninterested Me when someone overexplains a topic I'm not well versed in: absentmindedly nods head and repeats some phrased so I can remember them better and/or search them up later Me when someone explains a topic just enough to get me interested: Listen, do you have the time right now to sit down and explain every. single. detail. to me? Because if not, I'm going to stop you right there so we can schedule it.
The orbs beckon me to rest. Likewise, I beckon then to stop complaining. They inhabit the scull of my skin suit. Leeching off of my earned nutrition. Yet, they have the nerve to act like they can dictate my bedtime? They may provide one of five senses, but I can and will survive with spite and muscle memory.
There it is, the inspiration that alluded me all day. As sleep claws at your existence, you slow. However, my pace does not cease, for night adds but a grain to the vast land of desolace and tumble weeds.
