AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I never really have nightmares, just dreams that vary from absurd/silly to bizarre/disturbing. I suppose the worst of those could be called nightmares but they really don't feel any different from regular dreams. Usually it's just regular dreaming with one or two scary or uncomfortable moments.

Same here.

You two are mean, talking about these things right after I had my first nightmare in four months. And it was a bad one.

Why can't I be like you?!

I feel like I'm not eating enough but I never really want to eat more than I do. I know I need to gain weight since I've been around 110 for probably a yearish and still getting taller, but I just don't try to.

If you need to eat more but lack the appetite, smoke a fat doobie. That'll make you hungry. (just kidding,don't do that, you'll get arrested).

I had the same problem for the longest time. Really the only solution is to push through it. It's hard in the beginning but after a while your stomach expands and your appetite goes up. Also you can try cutting soda from your diet and drinking water instead, I seem to be more hungry since doing that. Perhaps all the sugar and carbonation was making me feel bloated. You could also try eating in smaller increments but at more times of the day. Lastly if you are more physically active you'll be hungrier as well, so you could pick up a sport, start working out or get a student job (assuming you don't do these already).

I haven't gotten over my shyness. There are a few people open to friendship. I just need to take the first step. It's just hard to shake the feeling that I shouldn't approach people.

Normally I don't care about politics too much before primaries, and even elections are more "Is my party winning?" then particularly caring who gets elected, but I'm really into Sanders this year. Signed up for emails and everything. Probably be pretty disappointed if he doesn't get the nomination.

Can't vote yet so I guess me losing interest in that doesn't matter much, but still.

I drew this a month and-a-half ago, so it lacks my proper hair drawing that I learned to draw.

Anyhow, this is based on an event from when I was really little.

One day, while walking home with Mom, we passed by one of the neighborhood churches. It was an overcast day, if I recall correctly, and something drew my attention to the eastern sky. A dark object, small as a dot, was quickly gaining size and shape as it moved ever closer. Mere moments later, I was able to see it clearly.

The falling object was near-black and brown. Its shape resembled what I thought was a burnt bird skull. I had not a moment to react before I could even think to realize what was going on. In an instant, as suddenly as it appeared, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, like being hit with a rubber band, and it was gone without a trace.

I don't know what this strange object was, nor do I have a clue as to how it disappeared. It just ceased to be.

I distinctly remember three instances of this event, including the one written above.

In front of the church.
On the road home from Mom's friend.
After hopping out of the carhopping at a Texaco gas station.that
(There maaaay have been a fourth occurrence, but it is so vague and Star Wars is the only keyword that comes to mind at that point.)

The first time, I asked if anyone else saw, and there was no acknowledgement of the event. Afterwards, I just assumed that things like that just occasionally happened without warning and tried to pay it no mind from then on.

I only now remembered this and realized: I have not experienced that bizarre occurrence in twenty-one years, and it has left me confused.

DUDE, that's some weird shit!

When science finds a way to copy a person's memories and upload them to another, look me up, because I love weird shit like that.

And not for the first time, I think I may be a little bit crazy.

We're all a little crazy.

I myself just now felt amused at how I responded to someone over the internet, and I smiled and tried to wave a nonexistent camera over to have a nonexistent audience join in on my achievement.
See, I've been doing this ongoing joke where I act like my family's unfortunate life is like a hit TV series in a parallel universe. I just now realized that I am slowly starting to believe it.

Like, my grandma's annoying behavior before she passed would have been hilarious in a comedy show were it happening to fictional characters.

I'd respond with something along the lines of an infinite number of universes and everything that can be imagined actually does happen, but I'm having trouble thinking up a good wording that isn't confusing or long winded.

Non sequitur!

I like when the power goes out during a summer thunderstorm. I get to read by the light of a kerosene lamp, open the windows to listen to the rain, and when the storm passes, the frogs in the swamp nearby start singing.
Since that swamp is at least a hundred yards away in an area cleared through the woods for the power lines, I'd say those frogs got some serious pipes.

When I read about people saying not to bring up the terrible shit someone did right after they've died I'm reminded of the kid in my elementary school who once tried to convince me that the line order changed because it was raining.
Facts and morality don't change or stop existing at whatever arbitrary point you want it to, and getting mad at someone for making factual observations is still the most childish thing you can do.

No actually one of the most childish AND selfish things you can do is use someone's death to highlight their shortcomings, or bolster your argument about something. It has little to do with facts and observations and more to do with tact and respect. People should have the awareness to wait for the dust on someone's grave to settle before using their coffin as a soap box.