Well, on at least 3 seperate occasions, when coming home in my car, i have stopped in the middle of the street i live on and drove back and forth on the road 10 times. DRIVE, drive a bit, REVERSE, drive a bit, DRIVE, drive a bit, REVERSE, drive a bit. That was fun. Also in many different parking lots i have drove around in a circle for no particular reason for a half an hour at a time.
I like my car. I like it to be as banged up as possible and still work.
I like to sit in my car, turn the heat way up and read a book.
I enjoy hitting myself with a hammer occasionally. Because a hammer causes dull throbbing pain, and it can be inflicted with not nearly as much conviction as a razor, and it doesnt leave a mark, i consider it a very useful tool. Occasionally i use it for particularly painful memories, but mostly just to stim. I like a good injury. Theyre fun to nurse, and worry over, and complain about.
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And as always, these are simply my worthless opinions.
My body is a channel that translates energy from the universe into happiness.
I either express information, or consume it. I am debating which to do right now.