Being Canadian is constantly having to pick the correct spelling from the alternate spellings list no matter how many places you set to Canadian English.
Reskeet with how old you are, using a vague proxy:
My first cell phone was a flip phone with a camera you could spin so it could be front facing or selfie
School and I never quite got along. As a kid I was repeatedly told, in many different ways, that I was too smart to be fucking it up the way I was.
(Raise your hand if you’re part of the “gifted student but actually neurodiverse” club)
You've been kidnapped. The characters from the last tv show you watched are trying to rescue you. Who is coming to save you?
I think I’m gonna be okay.
