really fucked up how i just have to have a body all the time. like mostly it’s fine but sometimes i just don’t really want to exist in corporeal form i want to be a vibe. not like in a dying way just in a “i need to take a day before i consent to being perceived by others again.” instead im a skeleton wrapped up in meat. anyone can fuckin do that why do i have to.
anyway i touched something sticky in a movie theater bathroom and i have been haunted by it for hours now. it turns out having a sense of touch is sometimes just Not In My Wheelhouse