Intro (First Post)

Intro (First Post)

Heyo heyo I'm some pigeon. Just a lil guy in a big world. This is a bit of an introduction! Feel free to ask me additional questions if you're curious. Name) Peri/Pigeon Prns) She/her

I enjoy making bots on C.ai, computer sciences (I'm learning), writing, art, and cooking+baking

I don't really think I have any hard boundaries other than don't get weirdly parasocial. I'm so down to be internet friends though.

I apologize if my tone is ever off. I sort of struggle with that online. Have a great day/night!

I hate Whiplash so much. Terrance Fletcher should be dragged out of that music room by armed, masked men. He should be dragged out onto the sidewalk where he's shotgunned in the face. The barrel of the gun should be held up to his nose for a few seconds so he knows exactly what's about to happen. His corpse should be left to rot in the street as a public health hazzard and a warning to his COWARD coworkers who let him abuse kids right in front of them for YEARS. Every person working at that school should be led at gunpoint EVERY MORNING to view Fletcher's reeking, mushy, deflated fucking corpse until the rain finally washes the last of the abusive fucking cocksucker down the fucking gutter. Every single COWARD who let him hurt kids needs to fucking see him and know that's what they'll get. That's what men who hit kids get.

Abuse is a very sensitive and harsh subject. Abusers do not deserve any glorification. I personally believe that the ending of Whiplash can be misconstrued as Fletcher becoming a better person (after the events of the ending) and that is entirely incorrect to assume. Though I agree that his abuse was stupidly unnoticed and unreported, I'd prefer that these descriptions of violence be kept out of my inbox. Thank you for letting me know that I may need to change my asks settings...

WHEEZING. DYING.

MY EX ACCIDENTALLY MESSAGED MY ALT PINTEREST ACCOUNT THAT HE NEVER KNEW I HAD TRYING TO DM MY MAIN. HELP I'M WHEEZING. IT WAS A MEME ABOUT SEX????

Had a dream the other night that I was shopping at an antique store and asked for a table. The shop keeper mentioned it had a leg that was shorter than the rest and offered to fix it then sell it to me for no additional price. As I watched him fix the table my current situationship and my most recent ex approached in a panic. Both were visibly distressed to say the least and my ex seemed basically manic. My situationship goes "You need to stay. Please stay. Don't go." and I'm all "What do you even mean? Yeah I'm staying??" not knowing it was a dream. Then my ex goes, real close to my face, "You need to wake up. Wake up. Now. You need to wake up. Do it." and then I woke up only to realize that I had snoozed my alarm and only had 5 minutes to get ready for the bus to arrive down the street.

So I've got this thing...

Alright. Backstory moment here. I'm in an AP class called AP Studio Arts. We make a portfolio, it gets graded, there's sustained investigations. All kinds of cool stuff there. However, one day while I'm in class, I'm listening to music while trying to figure out how to approach an abstract assignment. (I'm shit at abstract). Because I was brainstorming I was pretty in my head. I start to tune into my little headspace. My little noggin, if you will. All my life I've experienced this thing which I assumed was normal. When I hear noises, harmonies, music, instruments, etc. (excluding sung words by the way) I see colors and shapes in my head and I feel weird sensations in my body. Like they're projected into my brain. Not on my vision. However there's a process to this. 1) Hear sound 2a) Feel a physical sensation in a part of my body (arms, fingers, legs, sides, cheeks, etc.) 2b) Associate color with that sound 3) Brain associates a shape with that feeling 4) See colored shape in my brain which can warp and change as the colors change It's like an animation of sorts? It doesn't linger if the sound stops. Since I was too lazy to do the assignment I just drew the stuff I saw in my brain projector. Turns out this is some really cool thing that not many people experience. I can explain these sensations and visuals very well with lots of detail. A classmate of mine suggests I am experiencing synesthesia. I've started researching the topic lightly and I am beginning to fall down the rabbit hole of psychoacoustics. When I focus too hard on these visuals my head hurts. And lately its been difficult not to think about them. Especially when I'm just listening to music for fun. I don't want to claim to be some synesthete and then not be. I would hate to misrepresent such a rare experience. (2-4% of the world population(?)) Searching for wisdom or people who also experience this.

Anyone else ever watch old vines and start saying them out loud out of instinct