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I am Ela, hear me sing!

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Hi, I'm Elanchana Eristine Koldunya-Destler and I'm an intermittent poster who obsesses about a ton of things. Have a cookie and enjoy~
Cis female. White. Lith/grey asexual. Sex averse. Heteroromantic-ish. Atheist. Grad student. Chubby. 12 years old inside.
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why does everyone make those relateable posts about depression meals and list stuff like, half a potato chip and forgetting eat but no one ever talks about the other half of people who overeat from depression? no one talks about gouging yourself with food the second you feel bad because somehow youre convinced food will make you feel better but it doesnt so you keep eating until it does? the weight gain? feeling sick from eating so much? eating an entire bag of chips and a whole carton of ice cream in one sitting without knowing it?? feeling even worse because youre making yourself so ill???

why does no one remember this symptom?

for real. and I suspect it’s because we associate starvation with glamor and overeating with gluttony and shame

Yes, thank you.

For some of us, food was the only thing that actually got our brain to release dopamine anymore, so becoming highly dependent on food for mood regulation is like. A thing.

adhd college gothic

  • it’s 2:20 pm. you blink. it’s 2:20:01 pm. you blink. it’s 2:20:02 pm. you blink. it’s 2:20:03 pm. you blink. it’s 4:36 pm
  • the next chapter of your textbook is 5 pages long. when you turn the page, it’s exactly the same as the page before it. you read it anyway, and turn the page. it’s exactly the same as the page before it. you can’t remember what you read on the page before this one. you still have 5 pages left in the chapter.
  • you are told to highlight the important parts. you highlight the important parts. when you look back, everything is highlighted.
  • you leave for class ten minutes late and get there ten minutes late. you leave for class 30 minutes early and you get to class ten minutes late. you leave for class on time and get to class ten minutes late.
  • the professor says your research paper can be about any subject. ‘any subject,’ he repeats. he meets your gaze, his pupils swallowing the iris and whites of his eyes. ‘any subject,’ he drawls. the floor cracks open at his feet and you can hear the buzzing of millions of flies from the crevice. ‘you have all semester to finish,’ he adds. ‘no check-ins.’ the crack in the floor extends under your chair. the flies swarm up under you. ‘good luck,’ the professor says. the buzzing fills your head and blurs your vision.
  • the professor is talking about something you learned last year. you pull out your phone to play a cell phone game until she gets to something new. when you look up, she’s handing out the final exam. you check the date on your phone. the semester has ended. you remember nothing.
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one of my favorite g&s stories is when hms pinafore came out and everyone really liked the “what never” “no never” “what never” “well hardly ever” line so it became a thing people kept saying and it got so widespread that it started popping up in newspapers so one day the head editor from some newspaper got so fed up that he was like “I NEVER WANNA SEE THIS STUPID WHAT NEVER THING AGAIN!!!!!”

and of course someone in the office HAD to get up and say

“what, never?”

and that is how gilbert and sullivan created a meme in 1876

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Since this post is taking off, I might as well share some more of my favorite G&S stories.

Gilbert once gave his priincipal tenor the direction to cross to a bench and pensively sit down. The tenor, being a heavy man, accidentally broke the bench, to which Gilbert remarked, “I said pensively. Not expensively.”

While rehearsing, one soloist was having a hard time memorizing the music and sang a part confidently, but wrong. Sullivan stopped the rehearsal and said, “That is a lovely tune. Now would you try mine?”

And finally, a historical instance of one of the most well-known music jokes. An older woman, who did not yet know the difference between a composer and a librettist, approached Gilbert and told him that his shows had inspired her to look up older composers such as Beethoven and Bach. She then asked him if “Dear Batch” was still composing. Gilbert’s response? “My dear lady, as Bach has been dead over a hundred years, I assume he is decomposing.”

Having a ship shoved down your throat because it’s the most popular in a fandom ಠ_ಠ

Having your own ship violated in fanfiction for the sake of the popular ship ಠ_ಠ

Having posts about your ship hijacked by the popular ship ಠ_ಠ

Getting really fucking tired of hearing about the popular ship and then being asked how you can dislike it so much ಠ_ಠ

today a dude slammed my finger on accident because he was closing a metal drawer i had my fingers in and i was on drive through and i literally screamed into the headset and the lady just kept ordering her drink as i was trying to hush down three different LOUD MEN SAYING “OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE DO TO YOUR HAND”

she just kept going 

i screamed into a headset and she just kept going

working in customer service

One time I was either coming down with or getting over a bad sinus infection and suddenly had a coughing fit while helping a patron at the front desk.

And I mean, my face was red, I was practically choking trying to stop, doubled over, nearly on the floor, my coworker was asking if I was alright.

And the patron just kept talking like nothing was happening. Just kept describing their mundane problem/request while peering over the desk and down at me on the floor gagging.

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One time while I was still working in a bakery, I was putting a loaf of a customer’s bread through the slicer. (Thankfully this was a fairly automatic process.) And I just up and passed out. Fell right over, blacked out for a second. I didn’t really know how I got on the floor. But the slicer was still going and no one has noticed. So I just finished the guy’s bread and gave it back to him. Then I calmly walked into the back of the bakery to tell my co-workers I passed out. They got me to go sit down, drink some orange juice and take a break. Then it was right back to work. So then I was taking this lady’s cake order and my one co-worker looks at me and asks if I’m okay. I can feel the faint coming on though so I look at the customer, say “Excuse me,” and collapse on the floor right next to the counter.

Seriously, read the notes on this post. Customer service is a special brand of hell.

We once had a patron drop down dead of a heart attack on the restaurant floor, and while my co-worker was trying to administer CPR, another patron tapped her on the shoulder to say she hadn’t gotten her cake yet. And then when she didn’t get it, complained. Like that is some evil villain bullshit right there, and that’s not even the worst of my stories from working in customer care.

I fucking lost it at ‘excuse me’ and op passing out next to the customer

Im at a loss on the second one, what the fuck even

(Ha what about employers tho? I actually ended up losing my voice at one point and as i work in a resturant primarily as the cashier that meant i couldn’t do my job. My manager actually came to my house, picked me up and made me still work for a few hours despite obviously being ill. Another time i walked to work feeling fine; when i got there tho i started feeling weird. Lightheaded, unable to stand up straight, really thirsty and dizzy, nauseous; i had heat exhaustion which is not weird for me because I’m sensitive to heat. I was sick from the moment i got there and repeatedly almost collapsed. My OTHER manager took two hours, i repeat TWO HOURS, to realize maybe i should be sent home. Didn’t even ask if i felt i should be driven home. I ended up walking to a bus stop (thirty minutes away) and spending the rest of the day and the next day in my room in the dark recovering. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! Another time we had a customer having trouble with an order; he was talking to yet another of our managers who happens to have a heavy accent and couldn’t understand her so i figured I’d help explain things to the guy so we could get things settled. The manager then threw the receipt on the table (in fromt of a customer), screamed at me about trying to help (in front of that customer PLUS ther others in the dining room eating) and stormed off. Our new store manager? Once screamed at me because i was training a new worker on the register but wasn’t making milk shakes at the same too. No, seriously. I got yelled at because while trying to make sure our worker knew how the register works i didn’t also do something else at the same time, potentially overloading the guy. I started crying in frustration and the trainee had to be the one to comfort me)