DROP IT. NO. DROPPPP IT....
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
I catch myself humming improvised songs as a distraction.
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I catch myself humming improvised songs as a distraction.
You too huh?
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You too huh?
I don't know when or why it started - my thoughts'll start drifting toward unfortunate memories and I suddenly find myself doing this thing sort of somewhere between humming and scat singing. And it's always made up - I don't hum real songs (presumably because that wouldn't be enough to distract me).
It's to the point that the two things are sort of reversed in my mind, so instead of recognizing an uncomfortable memory then catching myself humming, I catch myself humming so realize I just remembered something uncomfortable.
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
You're lucky, I would whisper, "kill, kill, kill" under my breath, to explain this to my therapist, I had to preface with "you know, like kill the bad thought"
I don't think that helped the situation
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
I just "oh shit shit" and sigh multiple times audibly with a highly judging expression on my face haha
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I catch myself humming improvised songs as a distraction.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Pea-nuuuuuts to you
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
Sometimes if it's a bad one recently it's gotten to the point where I'll be like 'oh my god shut the FUCK UP'
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
Probably a healthier way to put it than I do.
"Shut up! You're an idiot. Just shut up moron."
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
Gotta address it or it ain't never going away
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Gotta address it or it ain't never going away
Some memories simply exist to bring pain. No amount of processing can change that. Best you can do is laugh at yourself about it.
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
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Probably a healthier way to put it than I do.
"Shut up! You're an idiot. Just shut up moron."
Heard from a therapist once that it's a part of you that's worried it will happen again. That it needs reassurance, not scolding.
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
This works, but can develop into a habit really quickly, and now you've got a new verbal tic.
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I catch myself humming improvised songs as a distraction.
That's the classic, yeah. If you catch me singing the Bubble Bobble tune in the shower it's because I'm deep in some past trauma.
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You're lucky, I would whisper, "kill, kill, kill" under my breath, to explain this to my therapist, I had to preface with "you know, like kill the bad thought"
I don't think that helped the situation
Iiiiiiit's grippy sock time!
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
SOMETHING TELLS ME
SOMETHING TELLS ME
SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU CAN READ MY MIND -
I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
Some times I need to tell the mean me to shut the hell up like I’m an I overworked barista done with a screaming Karen’s shit.
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Sauce:
https://youtu.be/maAFcEU6atkGreat little bit of absurd humor
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I am in this meme and I REALLY don't like it. I spend a lot of time thinking how deep of a hole I would need to dig to crawl in and die in it.
I just tell mine to shut the fuck up.
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I catch myself humming improvised songs as a distraction.
If I’m in the car I sing loudly, Disney Princess style, without concern for rhyming- “That was a very weird thing you said back there! Everyone thinks you’re very weird now! You did your best, but it was strange! But it’s ok! It’s fine. It’s going to be fine! Is going to be ok! “
