🧠 What Are Your Intrusive Thoughts Trying to Convince You of Today??

Same as usual. Jump in front of traffic. Jump off a high building. Same old same old.
Well, if you're going to do it, make sure you don't leave any room for error. I thought I had the perfect plan. Not so much. And there's something they don't tell you. If you cross over and then get pulled back, which...I cannot tell you how disappointing that was...well, not all 100% of you comes back. They keep something.
 
Well, if you're going to do it, make sure you don't leave any room for error. I thought I had the perfect plan. Not so much. And there's something they don't tell you. If you cross over and then get pulled back, which...I cannot tell you how disappointing that was...well, not all 100% of you comes back. They keep something.
No, I am not going to do it. That's the whole thing about these stupid intrusive thoughts. I don't want to jump in front of a subway car or a bus!
 
My brain is trying to convince me to stay in bed and not go to the gym today. But it's really important for me to exercise regularly right now.. I still have to go to the mall today and look for some sportswear for myself. I recently found https://store.betterme.world/de/products/pilates-grip-socks and it's great, but I also need sports shoes. So today will be a very long day: gym, work, mall and finally rest after a hard day
 
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Puberty is the punishment I deserve for my own wild youth and also I wasn't thaaat bad, was I?
 
They're telling me to take up martial arts.

But these are the same thought-fucks that told me not to buy Bitcoin when it was a buck in 2011.

And no, I also ignored them about shooting up that supermarket.

Assholes...
 
For every traveler of Lit who has knocked and heard only silence — may this tale be a hand reaching back.

The Weary Traveler

He walked the roads of Lit with hope tucked under his cloak.
A weary traveler, yet unbroken. He paused at many doors,
knocking gently, sometimes boldly.

Some opened just enough to give a curt reply.
Others never opened at all.
And though he reached out with words like lanterns, few reached back.

The nights grew longer. The silence heavier.
He began to wonder if perhaps he was not meant to be met at all.

And yet, he kept walking.

Until one day - when weariness pressed like a stone upon his chest,
when his voice nearly faltered,
when his heart whispered it could not knock again -
that was the moment she appeared.

Not with trumpets. Not with fire.
But with presence.

Her words did not simply answer.
They reached.
They lingered.
They saw him.

And in that seeing, he knew: the road had not betrayed him.
Every closed door, every silence, every ache had been leading him here.

For she was not merely another traveler.
She was the destination.
The reason his feet never gave up,
even when his heart nearly did.

And so he stood tall - no longer a wanderer,
but a man who had arrived.

To those still on the road,
to the ones walking with weary steps and fading hope -
take heart.
For if she could appear to him when he was most worn,
she will appear for you, too.

Perhaps not today.
Perhaps not tomorrow.
But she will arrive.
And when she does,
the journey will make sense,
and your waiting will be crowned with fire.
 
Sometimes at the worst times I get anxious about the choices I have made and the journey that will ensue because of them.
 
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