Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints
I love how, whenever something remotely gay (or Bi) happens in a totally different fandom, the Supernatural fandom is immediately summoned, like some kind of ancient entity, forever cursed to witness others receive what they never got to have.