If You Give Me Money, I Will Buy Things Just For The Concept Of Being Able To Use Said Things In The

If you give me money, I will buy things just for the concept of being able to use said things in the future.

I am playing dress up with my bank account. I am buying conceptualized variant personalities of myself. I've had a metal detector for 3 years now... I have never used it once. I just wanted to collect the capability of being my metal detecting self. My entire personality is centralized on gaining new LEGO Batman suits in case I need/want them. We've got everything from metal detecting me, to epoxy resin me (unopened, I want to preserve leaves), to Python coder me (I just bought a new masterclass on Python, I don't know anything about coding I just wanna be make a game from my imagination), all the way to the most recent basketball star me. Haven't played basketball in years, but I've got the full getup now. Basketball, pump, new athletic shoes are on the way (I wear $20 shoes, I deserve to treat myself to marshmallows), knee brace... I've even got the sweat band for my head that doesn't actually help me in any identifiable way. I did all of this because the park near me just constructed a new court, and I want to feel joy again.

I am a collector with no specific collection. I feel like a ghost looking for the finalizing closure to pass on to the beyond. I am also radically poor and should not be spending money on anything other than soup. Every time I buy a new personality to hang in the closet, I feel simultaneously connected and disconnected with myself. What does the original suit look like? I don't remember. Maybe it's buried in a pile of dirty laundry. Maybe I'm fooling myself into thinking there ever was an original suit.

I cannot stress enough to Tumblr staff that they do not need to change the site. Do not try to be like Twitter. Do not try to be like Reddit. Do not alter how this site works.

Tumblr will be the most popular social media site if they continue letting all these other sites implode

The OPs of threads must get so confused by me on social media.

"He's deleted and reposted the same comment like, 15 times now. Is he okay?"

Leave me alone, I'm correcting my grammar every time I re-read what I replied with and notice an obvious error. Do you want me to rip my hair out instead and develop intense insomnia?

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you just RB this?

The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform

"I'm trying to turn around inside of myself as if I'm not aware that I *am* the flesh.

I don't wanna be the flesh. I'm tired of feeling the weight of my own bones."

Potential Employer: Can you effectively communicate with customers on the phone?

Me: No

This post is so disingenuous. As if I'm even attempting to seek employment at this point.