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I’m implementing a new method for improving my productivity and it’s ruining my life, my sleep, my peace of mind, everything. Normally, I probably wouldn’t post this rant. But in the spirit of keeping the idea butterflies alive: ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ I spent a lot of time working with people with dementia and I learned that everyone has a dementia personality; the person you become when your brain gives up and slides into autopilot, sinking into a sepia-toned cul-de-sac of selective nostalgia—where everything smelled like fresh-cut grass, minorities were quieter, and nobody questioned why Dad never said anything at supper. The good ole days. It’s not just that they lost their mind; they vacated it decades ago— choosing to squat in the ruins of misremembered childhoods rather than confront a world they helped torch and now no longer understand. A Hallmark-card hallucination designed to insulate them from the terror of having been categorically, majestically wr

I’m implementing a new method for improving my productivity and it’s ruining my life, my sleep, my peace of mind, everything. Normally, I probably wouldn’t post this rant. But in the spirit of keeping the idea butterflies alive: ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ I spent a lot of time working with people with dementia and I learned that everyone has a dementia personality; the person you become when your brain gives up and slides into autopilot, sinking into a sepia-toned cul-de-sac of selective nostalgia—where everything smelled like fresh-cut grass, minorities were…

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