As an over 30 gay woman, I’m in a similar spot. I journaled just a bit when I was younger, but I was really struggling with life and everything.

I think it would be a good outlet for me now, but I don’t want to do full pages because I think that would end up just swirling the depressing things all around. I’ve been looking into little guided journals with short daily topics.

Hard to rate, like others, but mine probably swung from a 3 to -8.

My parents made sure my siblings and I had a lot of adventures under our belt, so we were often camping or going on small trips or skiing. But we were poor, they were irresponsible alcoholics (with some drugs on the side) who had children far, far too young and didn’t have any coping skills.

The verbal abuse was constant and the physical abuse only happened when my siblings weren’t there, but it was traumatic, in a word.

When I was 8 or 9 years old, my dad was going berserk and threatening all kinds of stuff after breaking a bunch of furniture. So I called the cops. Let’s just say my parents were mad. I was grounded for a while and given many talks about why I was in the wrong, even though I absolutely knew I wasn’t.

Redfin or Zillow

It makes me realize I’ll never afford anything ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

I had something similar where I had been bouldering all day and fell, so I was sitting outside, filthy and sweaty, while my friend ran inside for first aid stuff. Two gentlemen walked up to me and tried to hand me a $20 and some fast food. Very kind of them, but I turned them down.

Seconded

I don’t know about worried, but onions absolutely make my hands reek. To the point where it can ruin a meal I’m eating, especially if it’s a hand food like a burrito or burger or something. I don’t mind garlic on my hands, but onions are just awful for some reason.

I don’t have one of these bars, but I’m seriously contemplating it.

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… Those are my favorite

I Will Survive - Something about this song just makes me murderous.

Don’t Stop Believing - By the gods, please do stop. I love Journey, but just don’t play this.

Bohemian Rhapsody - I think I’m just really tired of it. It’s been held up at such a pinnacle for so long and played far too often and I just can’t anymore. I don’t care. Turn it off.

Norman Reedus with forever have “and the funky fetus” after his name because of Death Stranding.

I somehow missed Buffy growing up, so my first exposure was of her as Daphne in the Scooby Doo movie.

I think now that I’ve watched a lot of Buffy, those two balance out for me.

Or I’m just outside of the car and have to kinda hop hobble stretch to get in and grab the E brake

To answer out of order, I don’t analyze them. I don’t think there’s really any reason to.
Sometimes it can be a window to the subconscious, but it’s mostly just random things.

It’s really hard to answer what it’s like. I dream very frequently and quite often vividly. What it’s like varies so much night by night. Lately, for maybe the past three weeks, I’ve been having one nightmare after the next after the next. For me, I tend to enjoy the scarier dreams that deal with “monster movie” plots. Zombies, clowns, ghosts, etc. Those are fun for me because they’re not real irl, so it’s easier to enjoy.

The problem I’m having right now is that these nightmares are too real and too targeted. “Nobody likes you” or bleeding out or being alone or getting cancer. Just all the horrible things my brain can do to make me wake up miserable, I guess.

When I’m stressed, I have a set of reoccurring themes that makes it easier to identify as a stress dream and therefore not be as effected by the events or emotions in the dream. Themes are: tsunamis, bears, brakes failing, or physical abuse.

One of the greatest problems I have after dreaming so vividly my whole life, is that I’m terrified that my brain will flip a switch when certain situations arise. For example, I’ve often dreamed about drowning. As in I’m in a pool or lake or ocean and for some reason am unable to get air. So I start panicking and doing anything I can. As I finally can’t take it anymore, I gasp for the air that isn’t there and… Huh. I can breathe water? It takes a bit, but inevitably the dream says look at you, you’ve always been able to breathe water, you just never tried.. So when it comes to the real world, I’m terrified that if there’s a situation where I need to hold my breath for a while underwater, my brain is going to just lean into the many lessons learned and tell me to just breathe and it’ll be fine, because I’ve always been able to breathe water, duh.

So. None of that probably answers your question. But it’s such an esoteric and personal and varied thing from person to person. Or from week to week within a single person.

If you do want to dream more, try to keep a little notebook on your nightstand and when you wake up with these dreams you rarely have, write them down. It clues your brain in to start remembering them more and then you will start to truly dream.

(not trying to sound like a hipster but) I read the manga a fair while before the movie came out and the relationship with the girl’s mom is explored more deeply. God. It hits so hard.

Discovery Zone!! What a huge nostalgia trip

Juggle. I’m by no means a master, but I know my way around quite a few different juggling things. Balls, sticks, hoops, the two sticks you hold with the longer one you juggle in the middle, diabolos/Chinese yo-yos.

You’re going to ruin OP’s day, hahahaha

This is beautifully written, but also painfully familiar.

• Heart/Lung failure (I have a nasty condition)
• Car Accident
• Lung transplant gone wrong
• Cancer
• Freak accident

Maybe the freak accident will be like some final destination crazy thing. Like I’ll get smushed by a piano falling from a building, or I’ll be attacked by an eagle and it’ll cut the jugular. Maybe air force one will be shot down and land on my apartment sorta Donnie Darko style. Hahahaha

It easier than describing oneself in a sentence or one word. But it might sound a little bit like an interview question if this is a first date.