Or it could be cured, and Pickard just didn’t, as an absolute power move.

I live on a tiny island. I’m terrified.

I hate “don’t want to label them” with a vengeance of a thousand suns. It says so many fkd up things in those few words.

There was a lol! I wasn’t being serious! Why do I say things. I should just stop doing that.

I feel like that’s one of those things that, even if you could do it, you shouldn’t. I wasn’t really being serious, so much.

If you’re sure you want me to attempt to play mind reader, just for funsies, I suppose I could. My trauma is I had to grow up guessing what everyone was gunna do, because none of the adults were even a tiny bit safe, so I got sort of a little bit good at the guessing game, sort of. I’ve never tested it on internet strangers though.

That said, my dating history would completely oppose previous statements… So maybe I just think I’m a little bit good at something, but really I suck.

Woah. I love that explanation!

When I was younger I defined myself by the things I liked, and others similarly, you just start to see more depth and wisdom the more years you’re lucky enough to kick around, in this planet, I think. And then you start to see, mostly the stuff people like is just funneled coping mechanisms. I can now tell you what peoples traumas are, by what they like. (lol)

You are the entity that observes: Your thoughts, your feelings, your mental health and diagnosis’, your physical body, sensations, touch and the world.

Blew my mind to realise I am not my thoughts, I’m the entity that observes my thoughts. Because I feel like my thoughts. Yk. But I’m not!!