Let’s be Signs of a Mental Breakdown

I’m the tasteful MAGA tattoo. I’m hoping to get the Anointed Orange One to sign me at the next rally.

I’m the hand, neck or face tattoo, even if I’m a squiggly bird or something cute, my placement signifies insanity brewing.

I'm the flying of an upside-down American flag, et al.

I'm FOX news viewership.

I’m the Queers for Palestine support!

I’m the decision to do Drag.

I am posting on the Datalounge.

Divorced and losing major weight or hitting the gym hard.

No R7.

Posting on the Datalounge is a sign of boredom, not insanity.

Duplicating threads on the Datalounge is a sign of insanity.

Or laziness.

Walking outside near Starbucks, Dunkin, gas stations, or a 7-Eleven in your sweats or lounge wear with disheveled hair / look and dead eyes. Also, probably smoking.

[quote]Duplicating threads on the Datalounge is a sign of insanity.

Duplicating DL thread is a sign of sociopathy and a willful disregard for social norms and conventions.

Posting on social media in ALL CAPS.

Talking in the third person.

Yelling and body rocking.

Pantshitting and ignoring it.

Paranoia.

Losing your job and announcing you are going on sabbatical.

Chain smoking while rocking back and forth

I’m unopened mail that has been sitting in the box for weeks. The addressee is convinced that I contain dreadful threats and torments but I don’t see what’s so bad about making people aware of their low-cost cremation options or their local politicians’ hopes that we’ll all pull together and make this a safer community.

None of the grocery store coupons I contain will do a damn bit of good now that they’ve expired and it’s a damn shame. Two-for-one party size Cheetos deals going unclaimed? Jesus wept.

I'm me, losing a hundred pounds without even trying- I just stop eating. The worse my mental health is, the better I look.

I’m the cracked phone screen. Phone still works, though! Shit happens!

Changing your name to "Skye"!

Feeling like you will break or shatter if someone looks at you.

Suddenly moving to the middle of nowhere for no reason.

Bangs.

Suddenly quitting job or behaving bad enough to get fired.

Decreased need for sleep.

Increased need for sleep.

Pursuing sex when it’s not your norm to slut around.

Testimonial videos, shot alone in a car, to one's virtual audience.

All 👀 on us! All 👀 on us! 💃🏼

Demanding that people text you before calling you on the phone.

Sure sign of nutsodosis.

'Tis the season to be manic.

My obese closeted lesbian college friend threw her entire apartment into the dumpsters. Her parents had to come get her. She never came back, decided to become a hair stylist.

I’m Katy Tur’s short MAGA haircut.

Wearing a fur parka in Beverly Hills.

I'm the blinds or curtains that remained closed 24/7. No sunlight in the home.

I'm the windows that are never opened to let in some fresh air.

I’m a sudden, drastic change in eye color.

Getting into hard drugs.

I'm the sitting at your table and staring into space for hours on end (right after you've knifed a guy to death for giving you an orgasm, of course).

Normalization of obesity. Politicizing everything. Obsession with material wealth and social media. Oh wait, I'm defining signs of societal breakdown.

I’m the girl who rubbed herself to a sprinkler right in the middle of brunch.

r34 Turns out I'm simply listing signs, not defining them.

Taking spinning classes.

Getting into a weird extreme diet and talking nonstop about how life changing it is.

Tons of bracelets made of string or like materials.

Prancercising in public.

Oops. Should have been this link (though Dick Barton somehow works too)

I’m switching to instant coffee because brewing a pot of normal coffee takes too much planning and commitment.

I’m the 4AM manic state that has you cleaning the grouting of your shower with a toothbrush while listening to Reba.

But it actually does, R42. Especially if you haven’t had your coffee yet!

Posting videos from a car while coming down.

Eating breakfast cereal morning, noon, and night.

Chain smoking while rocking back and forth

Whatever is always going on with this hoe’s face and head…

I'm the posting of graphic sex videos to Twitter, firstly with a coy anonymity but soon showing a full face, to be followed by starting an OnlyFans account as if it's no big deal.

More than one mugshot.

Tattooing your sclera.

Fighting in Walmart.

Wearing a sandwich board and yelling about End Times.

Praying for End Times.

I am working as a weather man.

Missing a tooth and not fixing the situation.

I'm obsessively posting about the mass mutilation of teen girls by the Transtapo

I’m transitioning.

I’m the new fashion choices replacing dapper.

I'm desperate, pleading sanpaku eyes

I am the firm conviction that if Bill Hader would simply stop taking out the fucking restraining orders on me for one single goddam day I could EXPLAIN MYSELF and he would understand why we’re meant to be together, soulmates, forever.

He’s a Gemini, I’m a Gemini, how much more obvious could it be? I recite all his lines from Barry every night so I can pass out, I have a Stefon shirt. He’s an intelligent man. He should have gotten it by now.

I’m starting to think he’s got some sort of side piece who’s acting as an impediment to our happiness and believe you me, if I ever learn that he does, that side piece is not long for this world.

I haven’t sent 700 emails to him, his agent, and Lorne Michaels to be turned away at the last minute.

You just had James Coburn drop lit matches on your lap.

R57…made me think of this:

Oh, R58, my people! You found them! How can I ever thank you enough?

I meant R59. Sorry. I got excited.

Won’t see a psychiatrist and take big pharma but does gobble cbd gummies, ashwaghanda, b vitamins, homeopathic remedies, etc.

Gets their "news" from Fox, Newsmax, Daily Wire, etc

Finding that one spot in the woods where you wait for the aliens to beam you up.