Emotions vs Logic, both drive me insane · Functional Human Design

Emotions vs Logic, both drive me insane

Well hello there! Not really I think everyone already knows well enough who I am... I'm the raccoon that lurks around this Skool group 🦝💀 well, sometimes. Other times I drop off the face of the planet 🪐 anyway, me over text and video call version are drastically different 😂 I was reminded of that today... Anyway I have the fifth installment of my raccoon story if y'all are interested 🫣 I didn't think a lot of people liked my writing, it's weird. Y'know what's also weird? Receiving comfort and help from someone outside your family after having it in your head that your family only really helped you out of obligation that's weird, so when that happened... Well I needed a lot of reassurance.. funny stuff (not really)

On another topic, humans are incredible actors... Some don't realize they do it, whereas let's say a depressed person knows that they're just playing a part, making sure everyone else is okay while their world implodes, and honestly it's scary when your inner world starts imploding.. really scary, like all you want is silence but your mind is anything but and that's because you finally opened up that file cabinet 🗄️ and every emotion you've ever shoved in there explodes and immediately wants to be processed and accepted... It's stressful and drives people to things like addiction and in some cases it gets to the point where that person doesn't exist anymore... That's the scary part, cause most suicidal people probably don't want to die but they want to escape, silence, rest and a plethora of other things that their lives aren't giving them because of their circumstances.

I used to wonder what drove people to that point, well now I know what drives people to those things. Things like addiction and self injury distract the person from the overwhelming feelings and their trauma, gives them something else to focus on. Makes their lives bearable when they've given up, so I guess my message I'm trying to get across is: have a trustworthy support system, cause when everything else fails all some people can do is live for someone else until they find a reason to live for themselves.. anyway thanks for dipping into some dark waters today here's the promised continuation of the story ⤵️

(Continuation of Dumpster's Plight ⤵️):

While shuffling through the dew-covered grass looking for some sort of food I came across a clearing with a foreboding looking leafless honey locust tree growing in the center of the otherwise clear area. I waddled over to the base of the tree and started looking for fallen pods, my stomach growling with each second my insatiable hunger remained. Finding a few pods I sat on my hind legs and enjoyed the beans that were within the pods, nibbling voraciously. “What do you think you’re doing little raccoon?” Came a silky smooth almost hypnotic caw from above in the boughs of the tree. I stopped my feasting, hackles raised, hissing contemptuously in the direction of the caw, hugging my honey locust pods close to my chest, the avian nuisance glided down to the grass and bowed his head sardonically. “Enjoying your meal?” The iridescent feathered beast cawed, I hugged the pods closer to my chest and chirped at the bird before me. “Fair enough, you may if you wish… Call me Feathers.” The raven squawked, I growled at him, shoving another bean from the pod into my mouth, stuffing my cheeks full. Feathers hopped around me staring at me through his beady violet shaded eyes. “Do you have a name, little raccoon?” Feathers asked, I chittered and swatted at him. “Oh, you do not have evolved speech, interesting… Truly interesting.” Feathers ruffled his feathers, the sunlight shining on them, turning them stunning shades of purple and green. Before the raven’s taunting furthered I heard the stomp of boots and squish of mud, I dropped my locust pods fearfully, Feathers cawed and flew off towards the sound. Was he in cahoots with beings?! He had better not have been.

I gathered my fallen bean pods hastily, trying my very best to get my food and waddle off. I shoved my mouth full of the beans while listening to the caws of Feathers and the nearing being. I was too late, I had my cheeks full of beans when I was snatched up by a being wearing thick denim jeans in black, a scrub type top with a monochromatic striped long sleeved polo underneath. “Easy, easy… Hey Crowe get the cat carrier!” The being had a muffled soft, comforting voice, I squirmed and bit at him but I was met with thick leather gauntlet gloves and I was wrapped in a thick, fluffy bath towel. Feathers was perched on the being’s beanie watching me with an odd gleam to his eyes, I was scratching, hissing and chirping. “Hey… buddy, it’s okay.. The wildlife rehab center was called last night, we’re gonna help you.” The being murmured, his voice still muffled; I squirmed enough to turn around and saw why his voice was substantially muted every time he spoke, he wore a beak-shaped mask on his lower face and black framed spectacles rested on the bridge of his nose. Feathers let out a guttural croak, the being looked down at me and I chittered, still squirming in an attempt to escape the being’s hold. Another being came jogging back with what do ya know, Bobble the opossum was in the hood of the second being’s hoodie, I hissed and scratched at the being who held me, my fluffy body subdued rather well in the bath towel, the second being was dressed similarly to the first, however the second was olive skinned and bore intense dark eyes, while wearing a garish hot pink hoodie and alien antennae on his head. “Sparrow, I got the carrier for the piccolo procione.” The second being had an accent of sorts. Bobble seemed to be living it up in the being’s garment hood snacking on red grapes; the second being was feeding her with latex gloves on his hands.

(Sooo... Dumpster got abducted 🫣🦝 don't come after me also so far does anyone have a favorite character?)

- the disgruntled raccoon in your kitchen trash

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