A very specific dream keeps coming back to me.
Note: While I am writing this text, a little goose is running across my screen and showing me funny little pictures.
My therapist has always said that I can only get my social phobia under control if I consciously seek social contact. It may well be that I hate contact with people, and it may also be that I hate people in general, but I still have to deal with them.
When my grandma asked me one day if I wanted to go with her to the forest and pick mushrooms, I of course immediately agreed. I liked my grandma. Very much so.
How many of my sons do I need to change a light
When I first heard about City of Heroes, the endless possibilities, being a superhero, the missions, the abilities, the group tasks, the… oh, let’s cut it short: I didn’t care about any of it.
All right. It’s time to go public with this: Yes, I’m a curmudgeon. Yes, I’m getting old. Yes, the world, generally speaking, is totally getting on my nerves.
Today we travel through the genre of Slender-Likes and meanwhile talk about Pac-Man and true horror.