I own a pet portrait of a Irish wolfhound that I found in an antique shop.
It’s a really good pet portrait of a dog, the dog looks so happy and the artist’s style is pleasing. In the shop I turned it over. On the back is the artist’s signature and the year it was painted. That year was 1986. It suddenly occurred to me that the dog in the portrait must be dead by this point and the owner who commissioned it must be dead as well. Someone who loved their dog enough to get such a great portrait of them made wouldn’t part with it so they must have died, that’s the only reason it would be here. I was so horrified looking at this beautiful portrait of a beautiful dog.
It occurred to me all of the 19th century paintings of dogs in my favorite museums are portraits of dead dogs commissioned by dead owners. That portraiture is haunted by nature, a snapshot of a living thing that is loved and will survive long after the subject is no longer living and the person who loved them has gone.
Then I remembered my favorite Gary Larson comic.
Anyway, I bought the painting and it now hangs in my cat’s room. My cat has a room because I love her very much. I want to commission a portrait of her.
western cat twitters are like “HoOman” and japanese cat twitters are like “Today I will consider the state of things.”
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Scares the Dickens out them. 😳
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Musician - I make music, not yet posted
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I almost burned down a building once
I'm known for SCREECHING at the top of my lungs at random intervals
I'm obsessed with squares
I'm an expert at Thomas the Tank Engine fanfic
I play the bagpipes
My favorite movie is Monty Python and the Holy Grail
I like screaming at people on hotel balconies
My favorite show is Gravity Falls
I love writing about throwing children in meatgrinders
I'm the proud owner of 2 cats
I'm obsessed with a certain triangle man
My favorite food is salmon
My favorite song is 23 minutes long ("Echoes" by Pink Floyd)
I lived in Alaska for 7 years
I run on pure caffeine and the will of God
I like obscure 80s new wave bands
I like dad rock
I make really good cookies
I reproduce through mitosis
I like anything shiny and neon-colored
I worship an ancient Jewish carpenter; you might of heard of him
I don't know what I am, but I'm 95% sure I'm not neurotypical
I hate ceiling fans
I hate coconuts
*inhales* That's it.
The thing about ADHD is that the "lack of reward chemicals in your brain" doesn't just mean that you don't want to do any tasks that don't feel particularly yummy :(, it means that your brain will look at chores and tasks that need to be done like "doing this would be painful and tedious for absolutely nothing to gain from it, Do Not Do That." The same thing that your brain tells you about everything else that would feel really bad and hurt the entire time that you're dying. The part of your brain that stops you from doing the thing is the same part that keeps you from shoving your arm into a wood chipper.
With unmedicated, unmanaged ADHD, "I have to do this assignment or I fail and my life will be ruined and I die" feels like a SAW trap, every single time.
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