that's so scary I'm almost crying.

That is impressively emo. No but actually terrifying.

ME TOO. I feel at this point as though they define our friendship.

I usually just call that, "Tuesday."

kind of amazing.

That office is the worst, it's like a black hole.

very powerful.

Or, "I'm going to miss you so much, but I'm proud of you and so happy you're doing something you really want to do. I can't wait to visit!" Yeah, the last friend I had that got mad at me for something like this inevitably revealed herself to be, in fact, the actual Crazy Friend.

This is incredibly touching, thank you for sharing. You are exactly right; you are winning, and it is such an intense battle to fight. You are extremely brave, and I can tell you right now that people can see that, and you should be recognized for it.

That's terrifying, I'm glad your sibling got out. I am extremely fascinated with Scientology, just because it's so crazy, but then I stop to really think about what happens to people, and it genuinely scares me.

The billion year contracts. Yep. Not a typo. Crazy scary.

yes.

"The scared is scared of things you like." This is actually some of the best, most insightful advice I've heard in a long time, and I'm going to try remember it. Now off to think of Bob Ross and cheese.

Yeah, when I heard her say even a sentence about institutionalizing the mentally ill, a pretty sick feeling came over me.

But then employers could reference the registry and not hire a perfectly stable person with a treated mental illness, and they could never get guns so there would be no gun crimes ever, and then they could never run for political office, keeping the crazy people away, away from politics! Yeah, this whole "focusing on…

Agreed. It's strange that focusing on the mentally ill when it comes to gun control has become an almost universally accepted political tactic. Mental health absolutely needs to get more attention and more resources, to help those suffering from mental illness, as well as to foster a better understanding to reduce…

This morning, tired and standing on the subway, I thought, "Wait, what am I leaning against? I don't think I was leaning against something a second ago." It was a man. It was a man with his crotch on my back. It happens and it's weird.

You win because now I am trying to imagine it and am having far more fun at work than I was two minutes ago.

"Jack has contracted dysentery and is too ill to travel. Should you stay until he recovers or abandon him?"

Wow I like that a lot.