u/Feather314

I'm not sure if this is just a fanfiction thing or if it comes up in "real" books too, but I see it reasonably often where someone will be described as smelling like sleep in the morning. Is this a real thing or just a sweet way to describe a domestic scene? If it is real, what kind of smell is it? I wouldn't know because I've never been close enough to someone to wake up next to them hahahahahahahahsgsdfgahsgdfasdh (kill me now pls)

This song is special to me for a very odd reason and now whenever I hear it it makes me kind of sad because of the associated memories. But I also kind of want to laugh at it because it’s so utterly ludicrous of a scenario.

Alright. I was having a really bad day, okay? Slept through my alarm. Rushed through my routine. Other cars boxed my car in so I had to wait for them. And then had to scrape frozen snow off my windshield. So already off to a terrible start. Sleep deprived and overstimulated and running so very late to work. And I was already not doing great during this time, struggling with depression and sh and a job I despised and the dark season. My threshold was very low, basically.

So I finally get into my car and I put on tøp in the hopes that it would make me feel better for the drive. I shuffle played it and bounce man came on first, and that song is so jolly and happy that I figured it would be a great option to cheer me up, so I put it on loop (looping songs also helps me to calm down when I’m overwhelmed).

And so I’m driving along, right? And I’m in Massachusetts and it was the dead of winter so the roads were Not Good. And I’m already so worked up that I am on the verge of a meltdown to begin with (tbh probably shouldn’t have been driving but retail waits for no one). I’m barely hanging on here, okay?

And then this FUCKASS mail truck decides to pull some gta ass reckless ass masshole ass maneuver right in front of me on the slushy icy roads and I have to swerve to miss him and only barely make it.

So I’m sitting there, white-knuckling the steering wheel, after I’ve only been up for less than an hour but already so much has gone wrong, and I’m facing a full nine hour shift at Retail Hell, and I’m doing so bad to start with that I can only handle so much at a time, and tyler joseph is ever so sweetly singing to me that I should bounce bounce bounce man.

I just break down. Full body sobs. Tears pouring down my face. Wailing like a little kid. I turn up the volume so I don’t have to hear myself because the noise I am making is just that pathetic. So bounce bounce bounce man is blaring in my ears as I speed down the road and cry like a baby.

The rest of the day was awful too, for the record. My stomach was killing me for no reason and we were SLAMMED all day and every single one of my breaks was pushed back and I lost my left airpod and mcdonalds got my order wrong and my car started making a weird noise and then I was doing so bad by the time I got home that night (I’ll spare you the details; as I said, it was a dark time for me) that I ended up texting a crisis line, but they took so long to respond that I just gave up and canceled it. It was just an absolute tragedy of a day on every front. I don’t know what god I pissed off to earn that, but it must have been really bad, whatever I did.

And now, every time I hear bounce man, I think of that one time I was sitting in the car so overwhelmed by everything the universe was subjecting me to that I had a complete breakdown as I blasted this song, and then went on to have one of the worst days I’d had in recent memory when I was already in the violent throes of depression. Good times.

You should bounce bounce bounce, man. Come to the house, man. I’ll let my old lady know.