Self Soothing
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Wow… Your brain s a dick
Aren’t they all? XD
Sounds like my brain. But then again I solve this by making a mug of tea with honey and scotch in it. Melatonin also helps.
My brain’s favorite story is “Remember that time you fucked up like 5 years ago and it was really embarrassing? CAUSE I SURE DO”
My brain must be related to yours. Except it often goes as far back as thirty-five years and then starts from there.
Wanted to mention that too, I actually expected Stiffler’s brain to be more depressed type. Deadlines today are scary but let me remind you what you did 10 years ago.
Mine likes to bring up the stupid and embarrassing shit I did when I was 5 and just keep going from there.
The best way my brain is a dick: “It upset you enough to the point you consider doing it!GO FOR IT CHAMP!…..oh you really really shouldn’t have done it….let me pester you why you’re an idiot for several hours for doing it.”
This shit is exactly why I take melatonin.
Don’t sweat the petty stuff & don’t pet the sweaty stuff.
My brain pulled this late last night, except instead of ways I could die, it was ‘ways you have/will probably continue to fail and are pretty much a waste.’ hurray 4am crying jag >.<
PFFF. Been there before. My brain likes to scare me in different ways, though…
“Heh, hey man, remember that really scary thing you saw online a month ago? Haha, that was pretty scary stuff there, huh?”
“Wow, it’s really dark out! You know, someone could be staring right at you through that window and you’d never know it…”
“Hey, I was jut looking at that Green Day poster over on your wall, and I couldn’t help noticing how in the dark, Billie Joe’s eyeliner kinda makes him look like he’s got empty sockets for eyes. Pretty creepy, huh?”
I suffer from anxiety and insomnia like no one’s business, but oddly death is one thing I never find myself worrying over. Not saying I’m ignorant of the possible causes of death around me or that I have some sort of delusion that I won’t die or something, I just… don’t feel death. I could pass away this afternoon and that fact doesn’t bother me a great deal. Now I’m also not saying I’m in any hurry to die whatsoever, there are things I want to do with my life after all, just saying that it’s one of the few things I probably can say I’m at peace with.
After all, to die will be an awfully big adventure.
If I had to be honest I do like the Dumbledore quote better, but I hate how people don’t give credit where credit is due so I use the Peter Pan one whenever possible…
This is so me. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t wait for nighttime to remind me how horrible I am.
I know that feeling all too well. With me it’s usually along the lines of…
“Hey, remember that thing you did back in like 4th grade? Gods, you were a tool back then, and still are!”
“I bet nobody really likes you. You’re prolly the friend that everyone hates!”
“Here’s this other stupid shit from 10th grade! Obsess over it, and how moronic you were!”
“And just for good measure BODY DYSPHORIA! BODY DYSPHORIA! BODY DYSPHORIA!”
“Have fun stewing in self loathing, cause you’re not getting much sleep tonight!”
This doesn’t always happen before I try to go to sleep. Though what will happen is that my brain will wake me up in the middle of my sleep cycle. With something along the lines of, “HEY! Remember that thing? The one that triggered your anxiety?! Time to think of it again and not get back to sleep for two hours!”
My brain is a jerk.
Re_”Don’t sweat the small stuff!”:
=====You left out the other half of that quote: “It’s ALL small stuff!”
🙂
As for me, I prefer a slightly different variation of your message:
“Don’t Sweat the Petty Things — & Don’t Pet the Sweaty Things!”
( … #ButMaybeThat’sJustMe … )