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cafedream t1_isvs32z wrote

I could but there’s something about having the sound come from a different source than where my game is from that helps me concentrate on both. Like I could legit listen to an audiobook and have someone talk to me and it’s fine. But if two people are talking in the same room and one of them is talking to me, my brain jumps back and forth and short circuits.

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cafedream t1_isv8xwg wrote

I used to listen to music and then podcasts. But now I find audiobooks to be the best way to minimize distractions. I also listen while I’m cleaning or doing literally anything that I need to minimize distractions. If I need to concentrate hard on something and the book is becoming the distraction, I turn it off. Otherwise, I’ve got sound in my ears.

My ADHD friends hard core plan and make lists. I just distract my brain so I don’t get distracted. If that makes any sense. 😂

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OddRaspberry3 t1_isv8uyw wrote

I played basketball in high school, which comes with a great deal of running obviously. The only time I puked running was when we had a scheduled half day at school so we all grabbed some fast food before practice. I couldn’t eat at that place for years. But yeah it doesn’t necessarily mean out of shape. Where I live, it’s still fairly warm out, maybe they got overheated

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tex-mania t1_isv8btw wrote

Nah when he said he was working carpentry I pretty much knew he didn’t lose his job. I worked as a framer for half a decade when I was younger. Nothing that is said on the radio could get you fired from a carpentry job. I’m pretty sure I could have told my boss I ass fucked his mom with a glitter covered dildo and not been fired as long as I was there on time and could swing a hammer.

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TitularFoil t1_isv63qn wrote

The first and only time I was ever drunk I was being driven home by a friend, my wife was in the back with my friends wife, and I had the state of mind to tell them I needed to throw up. He pulled over into a fast food parking lot, and I climbed out into the grass and started throwing up.

My friend Mike, who was driving gets out, and starts running his fingers through my hair telling me I'll be okay and that I'll feel better once it's all out.

That's the only thing I remember about that night, and it was the safest I felt in a weird and foreign situation I was in.

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