One day I’ll sort through my several unsorted folders of downloads and such. Today is not that day.
bonus rule from the downloads folder
I randomly stumble upon your text again. I have a moral dilemma about your text: respond or has it been too long to respond. I go on with my day. I forget about your text. Rinse and repeat randomly another time.
My friend describes it like a skipping groove on a vinyl: eventually the thing you need to do will pass under the turntable’s needle, and you’ll get a chance to act upon it. If you miss that chance you’ll just have to wait until the groove skips again.
is this why so many of my programming projects end with me giving up because the right way is too much effort and the wrong way is wrong
yeah, probably
i haven’t programmed privately for month now, because i need to first set neovim up perfectly and it is never perfect ;w;
What’s a PDA?
Pathological Demand Avoidance
Pathological Display of Affection
Given the context, I imagine this shitpost is from The Before Time™️, when Palm Pilots and Apple Newtons roamed the earth
Right, the famous doomscrolling devices that jump of your pocket when you have important things to do
How did a Personal Digital Assistant get involved?
I thought it was Public Display of Affection
Once in a while after this happens, it turns out the thing wasn’t important or took care of itself somehow. That specific feeling of releif is amazing!
Sort the porn from the installers for programs you’ll never actually use, that’s step 1.
I feel seen.
yeah, that’s about 90% of the work right there
Dividing up your internal regulating voices like this to figure out how you can tweak that conversation for a more healthy outcome is actually a legitimate method in therapy. Doing so helped me bring my weed habit down to sustainable levels. My therapist didn’t label them after my disorders like this but now that I think of it, he sure could have.
Oh shit Oh no. That’s why my coffee machines been sitting on the counter in pieces for a month or so? Idk how long it’s been there now…
I am frequently told I am the ADHDer that helps my household of autistics balanced.
I’m adhd and my partner is Audhd and our house is both a chaotic mess of unfinished tasks, and a well organized abode.
Omg…
