Chronic mental illness is one of many gifts I was graciously blessed with since my wee infant life. Every second is a real treat with all this pleasant chatter. Most of the time I can continue on as if every single thing I do doesn't have commentary. When an idea they like hits it is the only thing I can think about until they find something else to obsess about. "Why don't we spend the next 2 hours thinking about what will happen if your building collapses" is one of many prompts that gets the chatter going. "Eating some nice ramen? Its going to feel like slugs and choke you" "We're crying now. you're welcome" "Who will be at your death bed" I wish threatening to turn the car around worked. So noisy.
Our brainds wake up and choose ẗ̴̡̧̡̤͖͇̬͔̤̗̗̺͍̦̻̬̻̣͍̝̘̖̪̺͍̖͔́͛̀̋͂̊̑́̾̒͐̋͒͌̈́̓̿̂̀̂͒͒̀̓͐̀͆̐̌͌̐̀̑̌́̓͌́͋͆͒̚͘͝͝͝͝͠ͅḩ̵̧̢̢̠̰̳̪̭̬̖̩͎̳̭̭͇̤̙̗͙̲̥͕̜̫͕͉̺͖͙̞̼̯͐̍̂͆̐̚̕͘ờ̷̡̢̺̖̤̯̗͇̖̩̥̟̗͓̞̻̩͉̰͈̬̅̾́͊̽̋̈́̽̌̑̈́̐̈̈̓͋͐̓͆͒̒̕̚ͅư̶̡̨̨̫̦̘͖͍̜̖̦̩̠̝̥̱̮͓̲̩͙̭̺̩̖̖̗͍͇̪͇͓̦̼͓̬̫̗̯̥̟̲̟̫̠̣̰̬̠̦̣̝̥͙̠̱̰̬̋̓̅̀̌̏̉̐̍̋̇̈̈̂̔̉̔͛̍̆̎̆̽̍̎̑̂̽̒̈́̄̈̅̎̄̕͘̚͘͜͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅg̸̩̩̀̂̋̒̊̆̀̃̾̏̂̔͒͒̔̑̓̕h̸̢̨̨̡̡̨͇̩̦̤͙͔̳͓̱̗͍̪͎͎̫̰͎͙̮̪̦͙͔͔͙̦͖̭̥̗͎͖̯̼̬͓̹̥͎̼̰͇͈̱̖̫̹͑̅̇̅́̄̈̀͐̋͛̾́̎̄̾̒͊͂̒̾̃̆̊̌̕͜͝͠͝ͅt̶̨̧̨̡̨͙̖̼͕͕̙̥̙̠̫͇̲̺̩̖͍̙̜̤̰̬͎̯̙̩͖̤̤̻̲̊̀͌̈̈̊̎̓͌̇́͐̊̄̅͐́̔̕͘̚͠͠ͅͅͅş̷̡̧̢̧̡̧̨̡̠̮̩̰͇̘̹̪̮̦̥͔̙̲̦̤̮̳͕͕͉̺̺̰͈͍̠͇͖͖̭̠͍̫̳͎͙͙͇̱̺̭̖̲̖̙̮͖͉̽̈́͗̒̑̒̀̏͂̒̈́̓̇͂͂̅͗͒̀̀̌̑̎̽͌̏̿̓̅̌̐̚͝͠͠ͅ every day
Our brainds wake up and choose ẗ̴̡̤͖͇̬͔̤̗̗̺͍̦̻̬̻̣͍̝̘́͛̀̋͂̊̑́̾̒͐̋͒͌̈́̓̿̂̀̂͒͒̀̓͐̀͆̐̌͌̐̀̑̌́̓͌́͋͆͒̚͘͝͝͝͝͠
