The most annoying thing with ADHD impulsiveness is when you finally have motivation to do something and then it turns out you can’t.
Like, I just went “I’M GONNA MAKE SOME FUCKING MUFFINS” and I was preheating the oven and then WHOOPS I’m out of vegetable oil.
I can run to the store or have it delivered, but both of those are likely to take so long that by the time I get my veggie oil, I’ll have lost the motivation to bake.
Look one of the most overlooked symptoms of ADHD is time blindness, and with it there’s only three times:
The past (poorly remembered)
Right the fuck now (the only time that is real. Finally, for the first time, you are awake)
The future (may never come. Do not trust. Next week might as well be “in a billion years after the sun goes cold”)
every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them
logically i know this is them. these are the only people in the mystery gang. fred, daphne, velma, shaggy, and scooby. thats the 5 of them. but something deep within my lizard brain is telling me theres a 6th member that has been, for unknown reasons, banished from this timeline and our collective memory as a species
Its because of this gap between shaggy and daphne. Everyone else is touching in some way and it looks like daphne should be leaning on someone too, but they’ve been edited out and daphne has been moved along.
The unidentified lawyer, from a law firm that worked for Trump in the 1990s, visited the former president at Trump Tower after he refused to pay, according to The Guardian.
“Trump made some apologetic noises. Then he said: ‘I’m not going to pay your bill. I’m going to give you something more valuable,’” Enrich wrote, per The Guardian. The former president then “rummaged around in a filing cabinet” and pulled out a deed to a horse supposedly worth $5 million.
“Once he regained the capacity for speech,” the lawyer reportedly said, “This isn’t the 1800s. You can’t pay me with a horse.” -The Hill.com
I had to look this up because I refused to believe it wasn’t satire and, no. This is actually a thing he did in the 90s. Good grief.