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Yeah, this is a favourite dynamic. It is in fact the best dynamic. Wait no. The best dynamic is when the loved one of the self-proclaimed open book is also a scheming schemer who schemes and whose plans hinge on every person doing their part. And the “open book” one just derails all but one of them.

Oblivious character, but oblivious in the way that they're very self aware about their own feelings and just assumes that they're an open book and that everyone knows exactly how they feel even though nobody can tell shit

Like something comes up and they're just soo frustrated because "because i'm in love with you?!? Obviously?!??"

And every single mother fucker around including the person they're in love with is like "!?!?!?!? YOU ARE?!?!?!?!"

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If you ever think you’re stupid, know this: I once sat in a class for general surgery and asked questions, so the guy behind me came up to me and commented quite positively on that. I asked him what semester he was in, as I had never seen him before. He told me he already had his approbation, i.e. he was already a fully qualified doctor. Unfortunately what my brain heard was “promotion” (i.e. he got his PhD/M.D., which is not the same in Germany). I told him that was neat.

So yeah, that was the day I asked the German equivalent of an Attending what kind of specialty he wanted to go into.

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If you ever thinks you’re stupid, maybe remember this:

I once asked a patient if she’d ever had appendicitis, unfortunately I couldn’t for the life of me remember the commonly used word for that (it’s not typically called appendicitis in German). So the next best thing my brain came up with was “the big bad tummy ouchie”. Followed by “when your intestines explode”. Thankfully I had the wherewithal to not say that last one out loud to the patient.

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If you ever think you’re stupid, remember this: I sat in “Doctor Strange” and said: “Oh, Anthony Hopkins” when the villain came on-screen. Because I saw “the guy who played Hannibal Lecter” and my brain went “obviously that means Anthony Hopkins”. Sorry to Mads Mikkelsen.

In a similar vein, I have also repeatedly (very much on accident) called a classmate “Richard”. We had a Richard in that class, but it wasn’t him. But his last name was “Wagner”, and my brain put “there’s a Richard in our class” and “this guy’s name is Wagner” together and drew the only conclusion it could.

So yeah. Maybe you do stupid things. Say stupid things. But never as dumb as that.

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So, components of ADHD are hereditary. Despite obvious signs I wasn’t diagnosed until very recently. But but but: my parents weren’t even able to notice anything weird because whenever I said I had trouble with XYZ, one or the other knew the problem from themselves and had a homebrew coping method that even worked for some time.

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Dad: *from the hallway to the tune of “One Song” from Snow White* Laundry! Do you have Laundry? Laundry, yellow or white?

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Dad: Do you want an egg for breakfast? [side note: he’s referring to boiled eggs, a typical weekend breakfast food where I’m from]

Me: Nah…nah…nanah…nananananananananananana

Together: NO EGG!

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This one has re-transmigration, but in a romcom way instead of the usual angsty way.

guys im literally begging you what are the best fics with the reveal to Luo Binghe that Shen Qingqiu is not the Original. where it is revealed he is actually Shen Yuan. please please i need the content

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Maybe I’m getting the law of conservation of momentum wrong (physics isn’t exactly my strong point) but it says that inside a closed system the sum of impulses always stays the same. It doesn’t get smaller and it doesn’t get bigger either. So if a butterfly on the other side of the world flaps its wings, it’s just that, a wing flap. There would have to be millions of butterflies flapping their wings at the same time in the same direction with no other obstacles or opposing forces in their way for you to feel the storm. I guess what I’m trying to say is: Don’t sweat every little mistake you make. It’s just a butterfly, flapping its wings. And there’s a whole hemisphere between that and disaster. And who knows, maybe if you can accept it for what it is, you’ll find some beauty in its fluttering.

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I had one of my late night revelations again: I probably wasn’t bullied worse in school because I had a resting bitch face and my “friends” couldn’t see the emotional devastation their actions wrought.

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Sometimes being a twenty-something med student means having a 4 hour long productivity phase brought to you by the retro sailor moon soundtrack and afterwards you sit your plush tiger on your stomach for twenty minutes and when you’re done with that it’s rinse and repeat.

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my turn on the ship dynamics 👉👈

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Shit my family says and does:

Mom: Well then, I’m off to work beating my superiors into submission to get them to do what I need them to do.

Me: Wear a rain cape or something, bloodstains are tricky to get out of white clothing.

Mom: Oh yeah, I had not considered that…

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I’m great at this adulting thing. I even spoke to two real people on the phone today and didn’t even burst into tears.

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Most AFAB persons are in a peculiar situation. You see, the Fallopians Tubes open into the abdominal cavity. The tubes themselves connect to the uterus lumen, which in turn opens into the vagina. The vagina of course is a direct connection to the outside. The only barrier between the abdominal cavity and the outside world is a sort of plug made of slime. Except during your menstrual bleeding.

TLDR: Once a month most AFAB persons have a direct connection between the insides of their bodies and the outside world. And not it the fun way, like your digestive system… but in the ascending infection way. Please take care of hygiene during your period.

Additionally: I say most AFAB persons, because there is a condition where the cells of an XY embryo are resistant to Testosterone, therefore the male genitalia don’t develop, leading to AFAB people

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Shit my family says and does:

*At a BBQ around a fire pit*

Me: Oh, so those pointy things are for getting the sausages out of the fire.

Mom: Yes… what did you think they were for?

Me: I thought it was a murder weapon for camping enthusiasts.

Mom: Must everything be a murder weapon in your mind?

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Shit my family says and does:

Me:*tearing a letter open with my hands, making a mess*

Mom: There’s a letter opener right next to you.

Me: Oh… I thought this was an emergency murder weapon.

Dad: Why would we need one of those?

Me: In case you can’t get the frying pan out of the cabinet fast enough.

Dad: That’s fair.