ADHD is like
it is 9:00am.
I need to finish this stupid Task that I don't want to do, so to motivate myself to do it and some other things I need to do, I buy myself some Little Treats to eat over the course of the week. If I finish this Task I get to eat a Little Treat, and I should have enough time leftover to start another Task.
But the problem is that I know I can just eat the Little Treat now. Nothing is stopping me. In fact I can have as many Little Treats as I want. So I lock the Little Treat in a box.
But then I could just.. unlock the box and eat the Little Treat within. It is entirely within my power. In fact it would be less effort than doing the Task.
So I bury the box in my backyard, get a ladder to put the shovel on the roof, and build a second box to house the key that is programmed with an artificial intelligence that will only release the key to me after I have proven to it that I have completed the Task, all in order to make it sufficiently inconvenient for me to simply eat the treat.
it is 8:00pm.
I have spent more effort arranging the Little Treat Reward Mechanism than just doing the Task would have ever required. I give up and break open the key box and retrieve the Little Treat and just tell myself I will at least eat it a small piece at a time to keep up motivation while doing The Task.
5 minutes later it is 1:00 am.
I lost track of what I was doing and ate all the Little Treats without realizing. At some point I did the dishes, built a functional rendition of the Prague Astronomical Clock in Minecraft, decided I will learn to play the bongos, rearranged my bookshelves by genre and author, began a painting I will never finish, wrote to my state representative, fixed the motor in my sewing machine, signed myself up for an online course in R programming, and got back in touch with my estranged aunt. The Task is 10% finished. I won't get anything done tomorrow if I don't get any sleep, so I give up and go to bed.
It is 9:00 am.
I need to finish two stupid Tasks and I am out of Little Treats.
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As like an angst idea how would the ginkgo kids react if zhongli and wifey had this like major fight infront them?
I had an entire fic written out but because I was doing it on the app and not google docs the app closed and I lost literally everything. I only have this screenshot from the og thing.
But whatever, I’ll just write a more condensed version. Lesson learned.
As stated, it’s hard to imagine Wifey and Morax/Zhongli fighting. Conflict is unavoidable, yeah, that goes for all relationships and especially two thousand years of marriage. Still, an actual full on argument is unheard of between them.
It would more than likely be over something small, that’s usually how these things go. The small thing is what starts the disagreement, but it soon stops being about whatever inconvenienced them. Perhaps it’s actually a lot of very small things piled up, or maybe it’s emblematic of a much bigger issue. It really doesn’t matter because soon enough the two are full on yelling at each other. Angry tears are streaming down Wifey’s face, and gold smoke is beginning to emanate from Morax’s body.
Feng had originally stopped by Yaling’s room for help with a little project. He was in the process of asking her for some white and boulder opals, when they heard yelling from down the hall. Confusion and worry set in, seeing as they’d very rarely heard their parents yelling like this. Even more rare is the thought they were yelling at each other like that. When it became obvious that the fighting was going to get worse, Feng suggested the two check out his forge, so Yaling can see how he sets the gems into the jewellery and weaponry he makes. Yaling would normally point out that even at sixteen, Feng is still not allowed in without dad there, but hearing their mother getting angrier gives the girl a change of heart.
Lihua and Zhusha are in the courtyard catching up. Lihua is explaining that the reason makeup irritates her younger sister’s scales is because she’s not blending it in properly, when the door flies open. You storm out, yelling at Morax about how you don’t want to be near him right now. He yells back, saying he already suggested you two step away from this, that’s why you’re fighting, so why is it suddenly a good idea when you suggest it. You tell him you’re done with the conversation, that you’re going to stay with Li Lei until you’re no longer angry and he better not follow you. In an instant, you’re gone, leaving your husband quite literally smouldering. When he turns to head back inside, he spots his two daughters, shocked, and feels shame wash over him. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, because he doesn’t know what to say. He heads inside, leaving the girls confused and concerned.
Your side of the bed remains empty when Morax retires for the night. When he awakens in the morning, he finds his hand has been reaching for where your body would normally be. He sighs, thinking back on the fight. It was stupid, and he can’t believe it ever got that far. The damage has been done, though.
He’s surprised to see Yánjiāng in the kitchen, as last he had heard, his son was in Natlan. They explain that they were on his way home when they spotted smoke coming from the forge. He found the twins inside, Yaling reading and Feng making some sort of ornate blade. He also goes on to mention that the two told them that their parents were fighting, hence why they were hiding out in the forge. Morax confirms this, visibly solemn. Yánjiāng, unsure how to comfort his father, simply remarks that it will probably be okay. It’s actually impressive that the two hadn’t gotten into a fight like this yet. Morax doesn’t see it that way, though he appreciates the optimism.
Wifey returns home in the afternoon. Morax is sitting by the cliff edge overseeing Liyue Harbour, and though he’s still unhappy over the events of the night before, it’s hard not to see how relieved he is to have his darling wife home.
The children watch from the window as the two talk for a bit. They murmur to each other, wondering what their parents are talking about, or if the two will spark another argument. With bated breath, they watch the conversation, unable to hear what they’re all saying.
When wifey leans their head against Morax’s shoulder, the tension in the household immediately evaporates. The children sigh, relieved that peace has been restored.
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I Have Been Awake For 25ish Minutes And All Of Them Were Painful. I Am Sobbing, I Am Going Back To Bed, I Physically Feel Unwell And I Will Never Recover. Eight Years I've Been Here, Eight Years. This Man Encouraged Younger Me To Keep Asking Questions, To Not Just Watch Medea And Be Done With It But To Full On Dissect It And See How It Ticks. Hell I Watched This Guy Grow Up And Have A Kid As I Grew Up! I Know He's Going To Still Be Making Things And I Look Forward To That, But Man, Matpat Leaving Hurts...
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