Level 203, write it out as a fanfic
So dreams are like level 200: your brain evolutionarily built a venting and coping mechanism that makes it invent fictional universes in which it pretends to live while you are sleeping.
I just realized this but the people I imagine myself venting to are probably my true closest friends
I don’t know why it took this long to realize that though
let them know how the shit you share is meaningful and that you enjoy life more with them around
eh I’m not sure if they feel that way about me
“I really like bullshin with you dude/bro”
It’s usually my therapist. Actually typically it is myself acting as my own therapist.
I’m extremely upset that I saw the word “venting” and immediately assumed this was about Among Us.
Oi! Get out of my headspace, I’m already trying to build confidence without overinflating my Ego and he doesn’t need your enabling.
(I should stress, this is joke, good meme OP)
I miss Regis. I feel like he was one of the last real broadcasters on TV. Like, you could be producing a show and just drop him in with no notice and it would be fine. “Regis, thank God you’re here, our host just started projectile vomiting and we’re live in 10 minutes.” Doesn’t matter what the show is, a parade, interviewing young children or a Nobel prize winner, game show, sports broadcast, breaking news, he could do it and it wouldn’t be obvious he’d been on his way to the dentist ten minutes earlier.
A true professional, if you will.
I’m in this picture and feel personally attacked.
I hate that I missed out on Conan’s talk show years, because I was going to kill on there with my humorous vignettes.
This tracks pretty hard.
After hearing about how big a flop the Borderlands movie was, I decided to watch it.
It was so abysmally bad I took psychic damage. Days latter I’m still wondering how anyone could have made those script decisions unless they were actively sabotaging the project.
I was unable to sleep one night so I starting making a YouTube video about how terrible the movie was. I’d say I’m at level 53.
What’s the level where I vent by creating an imaginary alternate universe of whatever fandom I’m engaged with at the moment where my self-insert is one of key characters and all the trauma gives him cool abilities?
What level is it where you consider making a lemmy post about it but you imagine all the replies and what people would tell you so it just kinda ends up working itself out without even having to type.
I imagine I die and I become one of those movie ghosts that can literally do anything and start remaking the world in my image.
This is the plot of the first Joker movie…
Who is up early enough to be on with Regis and Kathy-Lee???
Johnny Carson rolls a mean blunt tho
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