This is my furry social media profile.
40-something, Canadian, IT student, single.
Loves hockey, rugby, board games, RPGs, and video games.
| Age | 44 |
| Gender | Male(ish) |
| Location | Ottawa, ON, Canada |
| Species | Bighorn Sheep |
My memory is a weird beast that I'm slowly struggling to understand. It's quasi-eidetic but tied to emotions, which is hilarious for someone with problems regulating emotions. If I have a memory of you, I "feel" that memory like it was yesterday. It doesn't fade away. I could forget other details slowly, but that feeling stays strong. It's made grief and letting go hard.
It's also strangely tied to locations. If I had gone somewhere with you in the past, like a restaurant or a movie theatre, that place would still strongly trigger that memory and emotion. When I see those places get torn down or even renovated to the point where I don't recognize them, it causes a strange bit of trauma.
This song explains that feeling quite well. I'm not a fan of Death Cab, but this one really hit me.
Someone tried to be friendly/social with me at the gym and I'm worried I was rude to him because I was so focused and withdrawn into my workout... Also he might have been flirting but I can't tell..
Sometimes I feel like I need to have a big sign that says "Sorry, I have AuDHD."
We met over 25 years ago on FurryMUCK. We were both teenagers at the time, and we bonded pretty quickly. I still remember the first time we met in person at FC in 2000. We might have drifted in and out of each other's orbits over the years, but we've always been close. We had a fantastic weekend in Las Vegas together at the Rugby 7s tournament, and our road trip to Feral is one of the highlights of my life.
Unfortunately, over the last two years, he'd been dealing with dangerous nose-bleeds that would put him in hospital for a while. 2 months ago, it happened again, but he never left. He passed away quietly and peacefully this morning.
It's not fair that he's gone. He didn't deserve this. He was so kind. We were talking about how much fun we would have when I was finally done school and could come to visit him again. Or how he'd come back up to Feral and visit me properly, and I could show him around Ottawa. And I wish we had more pictures together.
I love you, puppy. Please come and visit me and I'll see you when it's my turn.
