Dear, you, the user:
Firstly, hello! And how are you today? Since you ought to know that I ought to know that both of us know you cannot relay your response to this question to me (as I do not have a form for... anything — especially user feedback.) — then the ability to percieve rhetoric is an implied pre-requistite and this sentence is recursively a liar.
Do not drink gasoline. Need I say more?
My point is, there's no reason to state the obvious, especially when something is already the mantra by which you live your life.
Did Gandhi have to speak to say words? Yes. This is a terrible analogy. I don't know what it means. Writing this sentence has made me suddenly confused. Let's just move on.
Do Not Drink Gasoline
I seriously do not recommend it. Not that I've tried it. I live what I preach. I tell others not to drink gasoline, and so I also do not drink gasoline.
I'd rather not get feedback, so, let's make a deal. I'll assume you are having a good day and can comprehend english. Good human. And you can assume I'm a good writer who does not ever, not even once in a while, drink any gasoline.
And so, naturally, you'll now realize that you should read this blog.
In fact, it's occured to you that you likely had always wanted to.
Now that you have become aware of your desires,
Let's begin!
p.s. if you really need to contact me tho
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So, having ADHD is one of those things that for the most part, I feel like goes in the same category of detail as my favorite color: it is practically inconsequential to who I am as a person and how I go about my life.
Yet, at times I catch myself having an ADHD moment that I can't deny. I'll end up writing daydreams into, for example, whatever code I am working on...
It happens seemingly at random. Something will trigger a spiraling thought, and I'll get caught inside of an imaginary scenario that will rapidly expand with even the slightest provocation. It's not a negative thing, most of the time. It's how I can dive so deeply and so completely into a topic of research. I have learned to mostly harness it to be my tool rather than my defect. Sometimes though, I can't control it, or where it goes. It can happen at any time and in any place in my life. Sometimes it becomes a text to a friend. Sometimes it becomes a very weird attempt at writing song lyrics, which I then delete. Occasionally, if I'm on a real roll, it'll end up becoming a whole blog post...