Trying to explain David Lynch never ends well.

Apparently a little extra weight helps stave off dementia!

I laughed so hard at this that I snorted. Now I am endeavouring to explain it all to my husband. It is not going well.

Me too. Just this evening I was looking for high heeled glitter jellies and an Emily the Strange shirt like the one that was my favorite in high school. I actually found both, which is definitely a change from the last time I went on a nostalgic hunt for things from my 90s closet.

I’m 35 pounds lighter, def prettier (or I do my makeup better) and my hair is super long. My 15-year-old self would be like WHO IS THIS PERSON.

Sartorially I've circled back to my 15 year old self - Converse, cutoffs, teeshirts. I still listen to pretty decent rock music, I'm still single, I still think drinking wine is super cool... WELP so much for personal growth.

Silence yourselves and be quiet. Or I will call the Department of Redundancy Department!

Please tell me similar good news about my metabolism. Please?

Combat boots and dresses are very much back in. That’s the good thing about fashion—if you wait long enough, it all comes back in style.

Their PIN number so they can use the ATM machine (rolls eyes).

My 15 yo self would be happy that I left the state to go to college and never lived at home again. She would be appalled that I work for a large corporation and still talk to my mom on a regular basis.

Unless Mark Ruffalo is on the other end of this story somewhere, I’m out.

Oh yeah, I have this problem, too. Usually the disorder manifests itself in my fashion and dietary choices. Wait, combat boots and dresses aren’t appropriate everyday wear anymore?! Now I gain weight if I eat the entire pizza in one sitting?! Man, screw a bunch of this 36 year old nonsense.

It is ok now. I had to go all around the neighborhood shops, like say, dry cleaaner’s, going “Hi, did I drop anything off here? Cause I was in a coma and forgot”, and people don’t think you literally mean coma and just laugh.

Mine would be similarly horrified.

As long as this stops her obsession with quiet drape runners, I’m all for it.

On my goshes! What a terrible situation!

That’s interesting. I “lost” time during my massive depression, in the sense that I really just don’t remember much about those years. They’re all sort of muddy.

The book sounds really cool. I have/had amnesia after being in a coma. I “lost” the time between Christmas 2011 and after my coma, on March 15 2012. I have bits and pieces of those months now, but they are all shuffled out of order.