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kontextmaschine:

Hm, I remember yesterday as a normal day but I passed out in bed at like 7PM, had an exceedingly weird half-asleep experience, and then woke up to realize I didn’t recognize like any of the last two days of social media at all, including tumblr from during a time I was posting and under the impression I was following things, so where the fuck was my head at instead?

So, apparently not not-crazy yet, I’ve noticed the fugueing seems to happen around the come-on and come-off of the emotional rushes, so that gives me some purchase for dealing with it, but I have to say that “one of the initial signs something is off is you basically lose directional control of your self for several days and go on autopilot without noticing” is suboptimal.

Oh, and apparently I went to the bank to deposit a matured savings bond, which I had been meaning to do. I can even remember that, though it seems a lot further away in memory.

Like, when my unconscious takes over it tends to

so like, okay?

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I think the common theme here is disinhibition \u2013 I’m like nothing’s stopping me from doing this thing I’ve been intending to do someday, now nothing’s stopping me from telling that friend they’re meaningful to me or the girl down the bar that I want her ankles on my shoulders

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