if you guys thought you had a weird middle school experience my whole grade was convinced I was an actual literal werewolf for 3 years to the point where people were afraid of me so come 8th grade the popular girl had a huge Halloween party on her farm that everyone went to that just happened to coincide with the full moon so I staged a whole elaborate ‘transformation’ at the end of the night and scared the shit out of all of them. I don’t think I’ll ever top that
the prisoner of azkaban had just come out. we were a bunch of bored idiot kids in the boonies. everyone thought they could identify a werewolf and I just happened to have illnesses that often took me out of school around the time of the full moon every month. it didn’t help that I had been the ‘wolf kid’ since elementary. and I’m not saying I didn’t play into it when I found out the rumor — teen wolf (1985) was one of my favorite movies so of course I wanted to pretend I was living it.
but this went on for years. I had kids showing up behind my house on the full moon hoping to catch me changing. people were afraid to invite me to sleepovers. so when I finally got invited to a party, on that full moon no less, I went all out. I waited for the moon to rise. I hid a costume werewolf head and clawed gloves in the woods, snuck out there mid-party while 30-something kids were gathered around a bonfire, changed, ripped my clothes and started howling from the trees. some brave souls started to investigate and that’s when I started to chase them. pandemonium broke out. and oh, did I have the time of my life, because I hated most of these kids. revenge of the nerds, and all that. they’d teased me for years for things I couldn’t help like being sickly or having too much hair on my body.
I made my getaway with a friend at the end, and left the rest to wonder. most of them realized the prank and later laughed it off with me. but there was one kid who, senior year of high school, admitted I intimidated him because he still believed I was a werewolf. I put my arm around his shoulder, told him, “Between you and me, I am,” and gave him a wink. even after graduation, that guy looked at me like I would eat him alive.
I gotta say, there are worse things to be than a teenage werewolf
the fluffiest most 'wholesome' fic about a real living human teenager with a high likelihood of seeing it is 100 times more harmful and ethically fucked than the nastiest most taboo thing you can imagine being written about fictional teens and i wish people would talk about that more tbh
like 99% of "rpf" is literally just sexual harassment!
its always some fucking day in some fucking month in some fucking year isnt it
happy fucking day in a fucking month in a fucking year day
really funny that every website is in an arms race to make itself as bad as possible and immediately someone makes a firefox extension to fix it
tumblr in 2020:
Does anyone remember what happened to Radio Shack?
They started out selling niche electronics supplies. Capacitors and transformers and shit. This was never the most popular thing, but they had an audience, one that they had a real lock on. No one else was doing that, so all the electronics geeks had to go to them, back in the days before online ordering. They branched out into other electronics too, but kept doing the electronic components.
Eventually they realize that they are making more money selling cell phones and remote control cars than they were with those electronic components. After all, everyone needs a cellphone and some electronic toys, but how many people need a multimeter and some resistors?
So they pivoted, and started only selling that stuff. All cellphones, all remote control cars, stop wasting store space on this niche shit.
And then Walmart and Target and Circuit City and Best Buy ate their lunch. Those companies were already running big stores that sold cellphones and remote control cars, and they had more leverage to get lower prices and selling more stuff meant they had more reasons to go in there, and they couldn't compete. Without the niche electronics stuff that had been their core brand, there was no reason to go to their stores. Everything they sold, you could get elsewhere, and almost always for cheaper, and probably you could buy 5 other things you needed while you were there, stuff Radio Shack didn't sell.
And Radio Shack is gone now. They had a small but loyal customer base that they were never going to lose, but they decided to switch to a bigger but more fickle customer base, one that would go somewhere else for convenience or a bargain. Rather than stick with what they were great at (and only they could do), they switched to something they were only okay at... putting them in a bigger pond with a lot of bigger fish who promptly out-competed them.
If Radio Shack had stayed with their core audience, who knows what would have happened? Maybe they wouldn't have made a billion dollars, but maybe they would still be around, still serving that community, still getting by. They may have had a small audience, but they had basically no competition for that audience. But yeah, we only know for sure what would happen if they decided to attempt to go more mainstream: They fail and die. We know for sure because that's what they did.
I don't know why I keep thinking about the story of what happened to Radio Shack. It just keeps feeling relevant for some reason.
i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same
Me: I think I don’t exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: That’s a start!
Me: I guess he’s still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*
Me:
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.
Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!
Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: That’s not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.
He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.
Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: I’m broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”
I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*
I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!
This is great
OP can we get more updates please
Sure! Here’s his fav cat breed
OP we need another update!
Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?
Special guest of the day because I haven’t seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.
Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?
Me: Actually yes, it’s one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since I’m disabled I can’t. So it’s just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.
Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?
Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.
Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.
Therapist: You’re allowed to tell what you feel. You can’t keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, you’ll never be happy if you do this.
Me: But they won’t be happy.
Therapist: Be egoistic. You’re not in charge of everybody’s happiness but you’re in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. It’s not easy. But you’re allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.
Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?
Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.
Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.
Me: Jerome, I’m not at every pride manifestations. I won’t even go to the pride parade this year.
Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, it’s fun.
Awww! Maybe you guys can go together some time! (Unless that violates a therapist thing?)
It does! Unless he goes on his own and we end up meeting each other because of randomness, I can’t offer him to come. But regardless, I don’t plan to go to it this year :0!
Therapist: You’re not at our therapy group?
Me: No, you invited me last time but I had a medical appointment so I didn’t come. But what do you exactly do in that therapy group?
Therapist: We have tea and biscuits. And we talk to each other about diverse stuffs.
Me: Oh I’d like to join then.
Therapist: And you’ll try to talk, right?
Me: ... I mostly come for the tea and the biscuits.
Therapist: As long you leave some for me. *proceeds to add in big in his schedule ADD DAMIEN TO GROUP*
In these confined days, I miss therapy with Jerome.
Therapist, calling me: Hello how are you!
Me: Oh hello!!! I’m fine thanks!! And you?
Therapist: I’m doing good! Do you know where I can get some really good croissants?
Me: *explaining something* so-
Therapist: I’m sorry to cut you, but fuck capitalism, it’s bullshit and it pisses me off.
Me: ... Yeah, tell ‘em!!!
Therapist: Sorry, I suddenly needed to get this out of my chest.
Me: Oh no problem, I feel that. Daily mood.
[ID 1, a colorful drawing evocative of 50s advertisements, with a blonde girl in a green and white gingham dress. The girl is turning her head toward the viewer to look over her shoulder. A long braid with a red bow dangles over the opposite shoulder. The girl's mother, in a green dress, stands behind the girl, tying a bow around the end of the other braid. Both are smiling as the girl asks, in a word bubble, "mum did you want a daughter or a son?" The mother replies "i wanted to fuck."
ID 2, a red panda (white ears, red fluffy body, white face with red lines down from the eyes to the jaw, small, close-set black eyes and black nose : cute), one black paw tucked up under his chin, the rest dangling, as it is draped along the length of a tree branch.
ID 3, a Bengal cat -- an orangey brown housecat with leopard spots -- standing in profile.
ID 4, a chocolate brown dachshund with a paler brown muzzle, standing in profile but looking straight at the camera.
/end ID]
