No one has mentioned Journey yet? Wowza.

Honorable mention for Abzu as well

That constant nausea that you’re trying so hard to fight back, but your mouth keeps filling with saliva because it’s ready for you to vomit?

Yep.

Fuck everything about all of that.

Maybe I’m weird, but I don’t get pins and needles. When my limbs fall asleep, it’s never painful. But as the blood is rushing back on, it’s like the most intense ticklish feeling in the world. Gosh I hate it.

If I move at all as my limb is regaining feeling, all of those muscles will seize up and my brain just keeps firing and firing and firing this tickles! until I can actually feel that limb again. Whew. Torture.

Of course they do

My friend says if I was an Animal Crossing villager, I would end my sentences with “for real”.

Asks me a question
“Woah, for real?”

Talking about the weather
“I saw clouds building on the horizon. For real!”

We’re both lamenting
“For real, man…”

As an over 30 gay woman, I’m in a similar spot. I journaled just a bit when I was younger, but I was really struggling with life and everything.

I think it would be a good outlet for me now, but I don’t want to do full pages because I think that would end up just swirling the depressing things all around. I’ve been looking into little guided journals with short daily topics.

I definitely was running for my absolute life, you’re not wrong.

Ahhh thank you. That did it :))

Hard to rate, like others, but mine probably swung from a 3 to -8.

My parents made sure my siblings and I had a lot of adventures under our belt, so we were often camping or going on small trips or skiing. But we were poor, they were irresponsible alcoholics (with some drugs on the side) who had children far, far too young and didn’t have any coping skills.

The verbal abuse was constant and the physical abuse only happened when my siblings weren’t there, but it was traumatic, in a word.

When I was 8 or 9 years old, my dad was going berserk and threatening all kinds of stuff after breaking a bunch of furniture. So I called the cops. Let’s just say my parents were mad. I was grounded for a while and given many talks about why I was in the wrong, even though I absolutely knew I wasn’t.

I played maybe five hours of 3 and maybe it was because I was older than for the previous two, but the sunny “we’re friends and everything is so positive and love and sunshine” was really really grating. It felt like it was way more excessive than the first two, but, again, could be the ages I played them at.

Otherwise it played… Okay? The Disney things were stupid. It felt pretty blah otherwise. Nothing remarkable.

Redfin or Zillow

It makes me realize I’ll never afford anything ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Oh this is wonderful, thank you!

I had something similar where I had been bouldering all day and fell, so I was sitting outside, filthy and sweaty, while my friend ran inside for first aid stuff. Two gentlemen walked up to me and tried to hand me a $20 and some fast food. Very kind of them, but I turned them down.

Oh heck. I missed the porridge soup

Seconded

I don’t know about worried, but onions absolutely make my hands reek. To the point where it can ruin a meal I’m eating, especially if it’s a hand food like a burrito or burger or something. I don’t mind garlic on my hands, but onions are just awful for some reason.

I don’t have one of these bars, but I’m seriously contemplating it.

F

Similar to above commenter, I’m just flinging poo, but

Those who are trained in the tougher situations are, I imagine, more desensitized and therefore don’t do the egads! sort of gasp. I imagine they probably don’t necessarily need to rely on that burst of air because they’ll take a purposeful deep breath before heading into the fray.

That being said, I think professionals do still gasp. It’s probably just not something one’s brain really catches onto. But it is a startle reflex - so if a surgeon is squirted in the face with blood, if there’s a close call with a firefighter, if a cop walks up to a car and has a gun out under their chin… I imagine each of these will get a little gasp at the very least.

… Those are my favorite

Ehhh to be honest, I’ve gotten a little too comfortable on the other days of the week just slacking off, so I’m hoping my brain will let me power through at least a few items today so I don’t look like I’m doing nothing.

My work does 4x10s so most people choose to have Fridays off instead of Mondays, which means it’s extra quiet on Fridays. Great for productivity.