^ how?
Moon Knight gets the sickest variants, always!
Vengeance of the Moon Knight Mastazzo variant.
@Whateveridk really3345 thanks! I am good now.
That was a long time ago.
^ he probably appreciated that smile and wave.
Everyone else probably had the same sad face, said the same sad things that he heard a hundred times that day.
"Oh we are so sorry for you. We are here for you if you need anything. She's in a better place now" Etc etc.
I am sure they mean well. But you're kinda done with it after hearing that for the millionth time.
All genuine comic book fans know that moon knight has a badass suit.
You want to find out if someones a real comic book fan? Ask them if moon knight has a badass suit.
Thanks. I am better now.
Oh the traumatizing ones happened later.
But anyways. thanks, lard.
Yeah.
It's so unbelievable, it's almost funny.
I thought "oh, so that's what that was?! Shit".
Then it all came together and made sense.
This one time, at night, I was laying down looking at the ceiling, thinking about random shit. Then for no reason I recalled this event from my childhood that I did not understand when I was little. It was like I had just unlocked an unknown memory from before.
A stranger was sitting besides me. He was trying to lift my shirt from behind, and touching my back. He asked me to show him my "you know what". I said no. He said he'll show me his. I saw it. But didn't believe him. I thought it was his deformed thumb. He was holding it in a way that it seemed like a deformed thumb.
I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought he was some weirdo guy. I ran away from there.
And then years later. On that night, looking at the ceiling. A sudden realisation hit me.
That thing was in fact, not his deformed thumb!
I realized what kind of man he was. And what he was trying to do.
It's not even traumatizing. It's just so fucking bizarre. Because I didn't understand what was going on, at the time it happened. And when I remembered it years later, and finally understood it. I was so detached from my past self, it didn't matter.
I realized the gravity of the situation that I was in, too late.
I don't think you should've said that on the internet.
Anyways. What is the stupidest thing you guys believed when you were little?
When I was little, I thought all the mountains everywhere, are the remains of demolished buildings.
^ I appreciate you guys.
Actually this is how I always am.
I get what you mean tho.
That was nice what you said, lard. And that meant a lot to me. I want you to know that.
You didn't deserve to be thrashed by my gibberish.
No one here did.
Fucking hell!
Wtf did I just write?!
Sorry!
I am supposed to say funny, or stupid shit.
Sometimes I ruin the mood!
I'll give meditation a shot.
And unfortunately I don't have close to even half of 11 years to learn programming. I wish I did. I think that would make most of my problems go away. Having that much time.
I am assuming you learn programming as a hobby. It's fun for you. You can take your time. It won't be doomsday if you spent a few hours less on studying. Or god forbid you lose a day. Or a week!
Me... I really need to learn it, and I need to learn it fast. It's Very important. Everything depends on it. I can't see another way. And I don't have a lot of time.
Even while writing this, my mind is like "you're wasting time! You could be on you're laptop right now, reading some documentation or something. Writing some code! Coming up with a stupid project!".
I need this for work. I need to make a career of this. This is something I need, to stand on my own two feet.
I missed a week or two once. And the feeling was just terrible. It makes you stop in your tracks. Can't think about doing anything. You just stay still. You can't move, even if you want to. You think "I've lost it! I've lost. It's so much time gone! I can't catch up. There's not enough time. There's no point. I'll never be able to do it in time. It's right around the corner! It's coming! There'll be no internet then. What will you do? Give up. Just lay there, and let it come"
It's a cycle. Miss a week. Now you can't do anything because of it. Since you can't do anything, you miss another one, and the feeling keeps getting worse.
And then on some random day, at a random moment, you get a millisecond of motivation, because of some long, weird, convoluted train of thought. And you start again.
^^^^ I am doing good.
Learning programming.
Don't spend as much time on it as I'd like to. But I am consistent. Which is good. Not missing a day.
Still feel like time's running out. Every day passes, and I think "oh shit, it's getting closer! It's getting closer, and I am not doing enough to stop it. To change things.
I think if I wasn't feeling that way, I might be able to focus better. I might learn more, if didn't have the feeling of death right on top of my head. But unfortunately I can't stop that feeling.
Welcome back, Kenobi! Hope you're doing well.
I was wondering where you went. And then you came back.