i love how it wasnt a catchy book, romance, or whatever that peaked your interest.
It was the National Electric Code.
The national electric fucking code.
this is autism in full effect.
- Someone who is reading “Excuse me, sir, would. you like to buy a kilo of isopropyl bromide?”, the biography of a man who started a chemical company. I know, thrilling.
the misery of searching for stories that catch your interest, finding a rare nugget of gold, reading the entire fucking 400 chapters in a few days, and being unceremoniously dumped back into reality and faced with the ocean of absolute dogshit that people somehow find amazing.
As someone with both, it’s either feast or famine, depending on how interesting my brain finds it.
I read nearly cover to cover the National Electric Code because I wanted to rewire my house and I found the standards fascinating.
I could not read through my AWS training materials because AWS is boring AF.
i love how it wasnt a catchy book, romance, or whatever that peaked your interest.
It was the National Electric Code.
The national electric fucking code.
this is autism in full effect.
- Someone who is reading “Excuse me, sir, would. you like to buy a kilo of isopropyl bromide?”, the biography of a man who started a chemical company. I know, thrilling.
Lol yup. Peak 'tism moment.
Piqued your interest, FYI.
I don’t know if I want to buy a kilo of isopropyl bromide mr chemical man, but I am interested, why should I?
the misery of searching for stories that catch your interest, finding a rare nugget of gold, reading the entire fucking 400 chapters in a few days, and being unceremoniously dumped back into reality and faced with the ocean of absolute dogshit that people somehow find amazing.