Sam A/Lin A
I want to assume you're just asking me what's up bc I've been hella weird and you're with Daniel, and you're like, he's been hella weird, I'm with Daniel, let's see what's up. But 'dish' is like a two-way verb, right? It's like, you clearly have something to tell me, but you want me to not flip my shit. But that's sort of impossible, bc my shit has been long flipped. And, tbh, my shit is ill-timed, by which I mean mentally, in my mind—as we all know, speed of thought is, yes, finite, but it's not speed, but timing that matters in neural connections. And rn my time is all out of whack. Like the clock got kicked over and the mouse ran up the shit and like, someone took the mouse to meet its blind siblings in that one other nursery rhyme, and I'm beginning to consider terrible, terrible things, Sam. I'm gonna need you to like, hit me back. Please. Before I do something stupider than usual.
Which, really, isn't that some bullshit? Like, we know when we're doing stupid shit, but also we have all these reasons vying for attention, and sometimes, whether it's smart or not in whatever plastic context doesn't matter, because maybe you want it more or you have to do it or whatever, because supplying justification is one of the easiest things to do. You want to talk about neural timing delays/efficiency, let's talking about that shit. If you want to talk about my need to talk to make myself feel better, or how I chatter a lot when I get anxious, I don't want to talk about that. No. I'm kidding. We can. I don't want to, but we can, because, tbh, I feel like I fucked up and I feel like you know I fucked up, but maybe you're like, he's too fucked up for me to tell him he fucked up and what if he sits on the floor again and does that weird not-talking thing, and I'm like, trust me, girl, that was once in a lifetime. But you're like, no. And I'm like, I'm sorry I fucked up, but you're like, Lin, you're saying this is hypothetical, modal bullshit, and I'm like, yeah, you're right, my b, then you probably assume a jingle will happen, but it doesn't, bc I haven't been watching a goddamn thing.
Classics professors everywhere would be so proud of me rn. Like, he's just been reading! A lot of reading! Why, Lin! There's so mcuh? Well, fuck you, imaginary professors, I don't have to tell you.
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Anyway, girl, what I'm getting at is I don't really have anything to dish on this side. What's up with you? And if you mention a ceiling or a sky, I'm getting a divorce.