My neighbor has an indoor cat that spends all day getting into the highest spots he can find. This is his hobby. I've watched him get down from on top of the high-hung cupboards and the way he did it... it was like the whole apartment was his planet fitness. They all called him fat, because at first glance, sure you could say that.
He got down to come see me when I first visited and I was 100% sure that I never wanted to mess with this cat. It was like patting a fuzzy wall. He is not fat. Bro is built like a tank. He's literally V shaped. He's survived years with three pitbull dogs that like to chase him and try to use him as a toy. Out of all the animals there, that is the scariest one. That's what happens when your cat uses ALL the protein in that food for gainz.
I pointed this out to one of the neighbors and the look on their faces as they realized I was right.
I can respect this. I have all this creativity, 98th percentile in creative writing standard tests in the US (SATs, but this was also a while back), and I can't ever get beyond the start of a book before I'm bored, hate it, feels like work. I'm immediately drawn to other, shinier things to do. Forget neurospicy, I feel neuroblocked. I'm neuroselective of what I want to neurodo.
It's like drowning, but you can pick from a bunch of tiny straws poking up in the water to get air. Some days you want the yellow straw, oh but wait the green straw looks good... but there's that temptress the red straw in the corner, the sly devil. Sometimes you just want to breathe so you grab multiple straws in one day. Sometimes no straws look good and you just drown that day. However, by ADHD law, you can never use the same straw twice in a week.