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Things that bother me. Most are typical I think... I often question this because I think things that bother me don't bother others and vice versa. A chance to be whiny, again.

• When someone doesn't reply to the thing I say but changes the topic to what they want
• Hot weather
• The fear of writing in a new notebook (If the first thing isn't #godtier quality, what's the point?)
• My clumsiness
• Shallow conversations... Actually more like conversations that don't get deeper but stay safely on the surface
• Days off that fly by too quickly
• People who are controlling
• When I don't understand what people think or feel about me
• When my mask falls and I show emotions
• When I miss a social cue and offend people
• Bright lights
• Not processing quickly enough to have a fulfilling real-time conversation
• When people make assumptions about me, my thoughts, my wants, and my needs
• When I feel something is wrong but can't pinpoint what it is
• Loud noises
• When people gaslight me into thinking I have no right to want or need something or that something I notice is wrong. I am wrong sometimes, but it's not nice to feel dismissed so easily
• Not being able to articulate or navigate situations due to how vague my instincts are
• People who don't acknowledge that they could be wrong
• People who whine (like me right now!)
• People who make light of others' suffering
• Injustice in general
• Struggling to process verbal instructions in new situations
• Not being able to listen to audiobooks or podcasts unless I'm knitting
• When I feel scatterbrained
• The stress of wanting to run away but staying to keep the peace
• The fear that in the end no one cares
• The fear that in the end I don't care
• How easily I get tired
• Forgetting half the things I need to do
• Bad prose
• How little I can do on some days. I can't control my days because I have to tiptoe around my limits
• The distraction caused by a sleep deprivation migraine
• Being interrupted when I'm thinking or focusing
• When I feel a friendship is not reciprocal

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.
Emil Cioran