Second on Anesthia’s comment. This is the first I’ve read your comics and wished there was a resolution instead of anxiousness–if only for personal comfort.
I don’t have a particularly odious past, but I do have an unusually painful emotional response when I remember something I feel I did wrong… even if it was just a stupid-sounding comment or social faux pas. Unconsciously, I’ve developed a coping skill, which is to mutter something nonsensical under my breath whenever I think an unwanted thought… a phrase like “head stabbing noodle” or “achey breaky corny crakey,” which is usually enough to distract my brain and get it off the embarrassing memory.
Of course, there’s always the danger that someone will hear me muttering nonsense, and then I’ll have a new embarrassing memory to deal with…
You would have something I want if you had some vinyl pencil bags with a C&G Single Panel Excerpt on one side for like you know sale.
I mean just the other day I was thinking that fewer and fewer people will ever be qualified to be wizards in the Carlos Castaneda vein after Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter.
See I’ve got the Duex ex Machina hoodie, and some I’m wasting my life pencils. This summer I’m going to buy a couple of the Why Bother Totes and convert them into a backpack with the help of my fiend Julian’s sewing machine, and maybe a rivet gun. So if I had a couple of extra pencil bags I could XXX XX XXXX XX XXXX and feel less anxious about XXXXXXX cause X XXXXX XXXX XXXX XX.
Third on Anasthesia and second on Erika. No, wait… third on Erika. Maybe even eleventh on Dorothy Gambrell.
I’ve lived in this city for nine years and have made a lot of mistakes aka ‘learning opportunities’ in that time, sometimes it’s hard for me to walk down the road and not feel that people I once knew are looking at me from houses and busses judging me by incidents that I no longer think fairly represent me.
I used to have a rather irrational anxiety that I would start living my life out-of order, Slaughterhouse 5 style, and that my behaviors in one time frame would be extremely inappropriate and damning in another, and that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the constant shifts.
It was really odd. I knew that it couldn’t actually happen, but the thought would occur and it would be like a waking nightmare. It faded once I was out of puberty, though.
Oliver’s comment ftw. Really though, there’s so much comfort merely in having Girl repeat my thoughts back at me. Haha, there are legitimately few people whose opinion I value more…
March 2, 2010
I connect with this more than any other comic.
March 2, 2010
Second on Anesthia’s comment. This is the first I’ve read your comics and wished there was a resolution instead of anxiousness–if only for personal comfort.
March 2, 2010
I’ve tried to avoid my past by avoiding everything. Turns out that not only was it an utterly miserable way to live, but it doesn’t work at all.
Now I just pretend it doesn’t exist. I can at least get through my peanut butter sammiches now.
March 2, 2010
Well, I guess that’s why elephants drink.
March 2, 2010
Where the sidewalk ends, the stalker “zone” begins.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcevEw1vczQ
March 2, 2010
I don’t have a particularly odious past, but I do have an unusually painful emotional response when I remember something I feel I did wrong… even if it was just a stupid-sounding comment or social faux pas. Unconsciously, I’ve developed a coping skill, which is to mutter something nonsensical under my breath whenever I think an unwanted thought… a phrase like “head stabbing noodle” or “achey breaky corny crakey,” which is usually enough to distract my brain and get it off the embarrassing memory.
Of course, there’s always the danger that someone will hear me muttering nonsense, and then I’ll have a new embarrassing memory to deal with…
March 2, 2010
You would have something I want if you had some vinyl pencil bags with a C&G Single Panel Excerpt on one side for like you know sale.
I mean just the other day I was thinking that fewer and fewer people will ever be qualified to be wizards in the Carlos Castaneda vein after Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter.
March 2, 2010
See I’ve got the Duex ex Machina hoodie, and some I’m wasting my life pencils. This summer I’m going to buy a couple of the Why Bother Totes and convert them into a backpack with the help of my fiend Julian’s sewing machine, and maybe a rivet gun. So if I had a couple of extra pencil bags I could XXX XX XXXX XX XXXX and feel less anxious about XXXXXXX cause X XXXXX XXXX XXXX XX.
March 2, 2010
Erika: OH yeah. I know that feeling!
March 2, 2010
Third on Anasthesia and second on Erika. No, wait… third on Erika. Maybe even eleventh on Dorothy Gambrell.
I’ve lived in this city for nine years and have made a lot of mistakes aka ‘learning opportunities’ in that time, sometimes it’s hard for me to walk down the road and not feel that people I once knew are looking at me from houses and busses judging me by incidents that I no longer think fairly represent me.
March 2, 2010
I used to have a rather irrational anxiety that I would start living my life out-of order, Slaughterhouse 5 style, and that my behaviors in one time frame would be extremely inappropriate and damning in another, and that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the constant shifts.
It was really odd. I knew that it couldn’t actually happen, but the thought would occur and it would be like a waking nightmare. It faded once I was out of puberty, though.
March 2, 2010
I love the way you put that, @David.
March 3, 2010
Oliver’s comment ftw. Really though, there’s so much comfort merely in having Girl repeat my thoughts back at me. Haha, there are legitimately few people whose opinion I value more…
June 8, 2010
And the moral of the story is… you can run, but you cannot hide!
February 16, 2011
What DO the artifacts of my personal history want, anyway? Besides storage space?