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Cake day: October 20th, 2023

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  • ChatGPT spat this out.

    It all began with two children on Earth, both eyes squeezed shut, hands folded tightly in prayer. One was Lucy, a ten-year-old with a sharp tongue and an encyclopedic knowledge of words. The other was Max, a quiet but determined boy who practiced his spelling with such focus that every letter felt like a victory.

    Each child prayed the same thing: Please, God, let me win the spelling bee.

    And God heard. But not just God—Archangels Gabriel and Michael did, too.

    “Lucy’s the one,” Gabriel said, convinced. “She’s got skill, and she practices every day. Max’s heart is good, but Lucy deserves the win.”

    Michael shook his head, wings bristling. “Max has worked twice as hard. He might not have Lucy’s natural talent, but his devotion should be rewarded.”

    God sighed. “Then perhaps both should win,” He suggested gently.

    Gabriel and Michael looked horrified.

    “There can only be one winner,” Gabriel insisted. “Lucy!”

    “Max!” countered Michael.

    The disagreement escalated, and soon the pearly gates rang with the clash of heaven’s most loyal warriors. Thunder crackled, stars tilted in their orbits, and halos slipped crookedly from heads. An entire chorus of angels divided into factions: Team Lucy versus Team Max.

    As the battle waged on, God watched from His throne, bemused, until He decided enough was enough.

    He raised one hand, and instantly the clouds of battle cleared, silence swept across the heavens, and every angel dropped their weapon, ashamed.

    “Whoever wins,” God said, “will do so by their own merit. Do not wage war over spelling bees.”

    And so, peace returned to Heaven, and on Earth, Lucy and Max faced off at the spelling bee.

    In the end, neither won. They both missed a letter and went home with heads high but humbled. And in Heaven, a truce was called—but Gabriel and Michael couldn’t help but exchange a final glance.

    “Next time,” Michael whispered, “I’m praying to win.”

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  • You don’t find happiness. It comes and goes. Imagine being happy all the time; it would just become normal. You need non happy times to appreciate the happy times.

    As someone that is either very happy or very sad, I find happiness in my hobbies. I need my mind to be occupied to pass the time, but then there is the thought I’m just waiting to die and passing time.

    Hobbies that make me happy are:

    • Indoor bouldering (rock climbing) is the only thing I’ve found that lets me escape the constant train of thought and be in the moment. It’s a nerdy hobby as lots of problem solving mixed with strength training.
    • Running
    • Rubiks cube
    • Lego
    • Cross stitch
    • Paint by numbers
    • 3D printing
    • learning
    • many more but this is getting long.

    As someone who is down a lot of the time and has ADHD but stopped the meds as the side affects were worse than living with ADHD; I’ve found that routine is a massive thing required to be content with life. Consistent bed time and wake time. I am not a morning person but after 18 months of waking at 07:30 or 06:00, depending on if I’m taking the train to work, that I now wake up a few minutes before my alarm quite often; I’m still tired and I hate it but it gets easier.

    Spending time with other people is key too. I find if I’m down it’s usually cause I’ve been alone a lot (which I love) and that can be bad for me so I’ll go see friends even if I don’t want to just to engage.

    Luckily I can spot when I’m spiralling. I have an urge to fire up Minecraft and live vicariously through Steve and shut out the world.