After the decades of abuse from my mother, whom I only learned to start breaking away from at 30, and still, just yesterday had a pacing conversation to myself! with her haunting voice, of what I might have to do if faced with ever speaking with her again...

This example is the only kind of response. Even if just to myself.

I didn't know I needed to see something so simple as a comic to help when she dominates my head, and I think I'm gonna cry a bit now. Fuck you, mom. I'm finally learning to enjoy being alive, without you in my life.

Probably not exactly matching your meaning, but in a round about way, Dune, post Machine Crusade --

It's maybe not as evident without reading the series--which definitely isn't a negative comment! I've enjoyed (almost) every bit of the truly shocking amount of Dune I've put myself through since the very early '90s, haha.

I'm, uh, mildly obsessive as well as critical of the SF I stand by, (just for myself personally!--everyone should like whatever they like!) but Frank Herbert, entirely, still remains in my top 2 favorite authors. You may enjoy all the books as a whole, if you're looking for something less about 'the machine' itself, but how humans diverge from it and without it, but it's...a lot, lol. And...well, I won't spoil things. I just remembered it might negate my entire point. Oh, no. (ʘ‿ʘ)

Anyway! Regardless!

If you do ever get into full-ass Dune--and I'd recommend this "tip" to literally anyone--I'd definitely suggest audio books for the early works of Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson. They took a bit to get into their groove from informational to actually entertaining. The lore is honestly fantastic, beautifully done, but physically reading their earlier Dune stuff can be textbook without diagram tedious. Love 'em both for the work, but shiiiiiiiiite.

Oh, no, that's too much. Being from the Chicago suburbs, between Menards and Empire Carpet (before their growth to add the -Today- addendum), there's a deep groove upon my brain made by those jingles. That, and John Madden's congested cadence for various advertisements. Simply John Maddening.

^...588-2300 --damn, it!

I am very short, and sit up rather straight. My head hits what should be the most comfortable parts of every kind of seating in the most uncomfortable way. This is an accurate representation of the sensation, when curved neck portion ends up at top of your skull, and doubly so, if it's a bucket seat. Special cushions help, in certain vehicles, which can also alleviate the seatbelt going practically across your throat. Our old Outback is tolerable, which is lovely.

We have a couple IKEA Poang chairs at home, and I need to make pillow booster-seats for the damned things, or it's just this image, lol

Did... Did the crocodiles make that sign?

I was reminded

Holy hell, this entire interior looks like it could be hosed down, time after time, because it's made for repeated indoctrination/orgy/murder of cults with easy cleanup. Unbelievable price, though...

Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like "But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?"

Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.

Think I'll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).

This gives me a sense of satisfaction by proxy.