What do I do with my time? Drugs?
Actually, I crave dopamine or fun or human interactions. Human interactions include word flows, also known as writing.
And we know, Rachel has a conversational handicap. YES. SHE. DOES. Get that through you f-ing minds, people.
As a side note, grabbing for my attention with words or door opening movements: Procede. With. Caution.
One solution to Rachel's conversational handicap is alcohol. No comedown. No bad space risk. Risk of loose lips, noticing I'm not sober, and maybe slight inhibition issues with a small but poignant tendency toward increased interest in sex.
MARIJUANA! EDIBLES! Does everything you want to do, calms the brain down, just makes me frisky sexually frustrated flirting with the mattress. Or wild worlds of fun, but flirt with the mattress one more time and I might grab someone and pull them down into it with me and they will cry. EDIT: Pull from a distance.
Concerta. Less interest in sex, more interest in putting words together. Enhanced well-being leads to relaxing with uncomfortable people and easier conversations in environments where the energy is terrible. Writing abilities enhanced. Increased interest in other people and interactions, with a tendency to isolate and picture read.
Meth. Best and worst option. Enhanced well-being, nothing to show for it, picture read all day and get skinny in one serving but happiness excells! Emptiness. Emptiness. Grab picture, empty, no increased interest in sex for Rachel.
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