thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
me as a child: this "$4.99" sales stuff is idiotic, anyone can instantly round this up to $5 in their mind, no one is falling for this
me as an adult: oh wow only $4 (with some additional numbers behind it), that's great because if it was a single dollar more that would have been the last straw for me in my miserable life
🔪 so grab a plate, have a taste, 这口味让我陶醉! i'm still preying on a butcher's vein—
[ID: a piece of dungeon meshi fanart. on the left are five panels showing a closeup of a character's eye with the hourglass-shaped pupil of the demon: from top to bottom they are the winged lion, mithrun, thistle, marcille & laios. the background, extending to the right, is abstract veins, intestines, feathers & checkerboards. text above, lyrics from butcher vanity - flavor foley, reads:
"The slaughter's mine
Oh, blood and viscera divine
Preserved and primed
Each muscle divvied up to dine
And in the high, 我存在
Tasting 血淋淋的爱
I'll devour all of you in time" End ID.]