types of dissociation:
- existing but a little to the left
- am i crossing my eyes or is everything just blurry?
- clipped right thru the floorboards
- what the fuck is a “body”
- i have too many bodies at once and they’re trying to start a fight club. how many arms are humans supposed to have again?
- floam
- sounds fake but ok
- pick two: harsh noise, dial up tone, cantina theme [10 hour version]
- 360 no scope
- the atmosphere is lighting me on fire very, very slowly.
- someone: “wow! you handled that stressful situation so well! so cool and competent!” me, unaware that anything happened: “i what now”
- *forgets to breathe for 5 hours*
feel free 2 add ur own
- pick one: you’re real, your companions are real, the landscape is real
- these houses are wrong
- my arms are 8 miles long, my feet are several light years away from my head
- who’s hands are these
- The Upside-down
- there is glitter on my face clearly i am a magical fairy and do not belong among humans
- the sky…. why is it like that???
- are you sure these are my hands? better poke em with a pin to make sure
- i cannot see my legs therefore they do not exist
- while I was blinking, someone took all the items in this room and put them back in place slightly wrong.
- why is my third eye so itchy?
- am I actually hungry for ramen noodles or am I nostalgic for better times?
- I am alone in this room, but I can hear someone else’s lunch digesting.
- fingers aren’t supposed to do that.
- I can actually see the pixels on physical items- totes fake.
- All these things I own are not mine.
- Depth perception is a Social Construct. *runs into a wall*
- I swear to god it was 11:03 AM five minutes ago but the clock says 6:37 pm WHO LIED TO ME
- did I eat today or am I remembering a meal from three days ago?
- I should take a shower. Wait, my hair is wet. Why is my h…
- I heard you perfectly but my brain insists you’re speaking parselmouth.
- My ability to speak my native language has Abandoned Me. Please hold while I chase it down and silently scream at it for being a Traitor.
- *lays on the floor for three solid hours*
- Is it a migraine or is it The Reality I’ve Been Avoiding All My Life?
I am driving home. There is that curve. There is that curve…. wait where did that one house that I always clock go…. did I turn wrong? Nope there is another marker….but where did that go.
Hears conversation. Contributes to conversation. But everything sounds like its from behind a different door.
*grabs something and misses* …. I know I was in reach of that
*vividly remembers reading a certain part of a book in a completely different place and sudden feel like you are there instead of in the present* Oh I love this part of the book
… I was not aware that some of these were dissociation… I knew I did it, but wow. I do it more free than I realized.
“Why is my head a balloon and how can I reattach it to my shoulders?”
“Help I’ve sunk into the couch and I can’t get up.”
• my right eye is being swallowed by my face as we speak
• like 97 percent certain i am secretly on a boat
• the sun is in the wrong place wHY IS THE SUN IN THE WRONG PLACE
• looks like my feet are blasting off again
• am i actually driving my car or is this a very convincing first person video gameWow fuck, I disassociated SO MUCH as a kid
Hey body, this is consciousness. Do me a favor and say the words “i’ll have two hamburgers and a vanilla cone, please” into that machine, ok?
Yea I’ll wait
Thank you, body. Please pull through