Ah the precious childhood memory of playing Sport™ in the alley behind a relative’s house and hearing the blood-curdling scream of “CARS!!!” and scrambling over fences to avoid being flattened every ten minutes.
Boss: Oh, so you’re like Venom.
Me: ???
Boss: Yeah, you’re really sensitive to sound and you go by they/them.
I mean, I am flattered.
“Okay here’s the list of chores I want to get done today” I tell myself before having sudden full body fatigue from seemingly nothing