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Genetic Vulnerabilities
A collection of the funny, random, and downright bizarre moments that brighten my days in supported living. From staff members unlocking new “NPC abilities” to unexpected mini‑egg deliveries and early‑morning “vodka” (that was definitely water), these posts celebrate the humour that keeps me grounded and resilient.

I can’t afford to put anything on Trademe, this is something I was planning on selling.

These are for sale, but please do not contact me, I’m not selling it on my website.
It’s been an amusing day. It started with me being a little manic early this morning, but I’ll leave the details to your imagination. Some things are best not committed to writing.
You’ll get to know me through my posts, but those who know me personally will tell you that I’m a bit of a character with a rather dark sense of humour. In my next life I’d like to be a comedian. I think I could pull it off. Making people laugh is one of the few things I’ve always been reasonably good at.

When I was little in Kent, I used to play with and love an old ginger cat. This is my Sunday Funny. 🙂
This isn’t a one‑off incident anymore. About a week ago, I walked into my room and found a cat on my bed, cleaning herself like she’d booked a private suite. She didn’t even pretend she wasn’t supposed to be there — just blinked at me like, “Oh good, housekeeping has arrived.”
I thought that was the end of it. But no. Today she was back, once again mid‑grooming, like she’d scheduled a follow‑up appointment.
The staff weren’t even surprised. They just said, “Oh yeah, she wandered in. Keep the door open so she can get out.” So apparently I’m not a resident — I’m a cat exit strategy.
She technically lives in the staff room. Every night when I go for my meds at 9.30pm, she’s there holding court. She’s got toys, a scratching post, and a whole entertainment setup. The staff play with her like she’s the evening shift mascot.
I went out one morning and the cat was sat behind one of the monitor screens in the office. I should have got someone to take a video. I put a pen in front of the cat (called Lucy) and she knocked it off. I did that for about 10 times. Cats are so funny. Check out Simon’s Cat on Youtube if you’re looking for some funny cat stuff.
Everybody needs a bit of comedy and a laugh now and again, just to brighten the day. Today was one such day.
I went down to get my normal early morning meds at 8.30am. Nothing extraordinary. I’m going to get a list of all the meds I’m on and make sure I’m getting the right ones. I’m supposed to check them first.
Anyway… one morning a couple of weeks ago someone put a bottle of supposed vodka (that’s what he said it was) in front of the space between the office and the first flat. At one point in my life I would have been into it but after being clean of alcohol for so long and on Naltrexone, so I get no cravings. I just said “What’s that for?”
This morning the man with the bottle of (water according to my MHP) gave me six mini chocolate eggs with my meds. A nice surprise for a Sunday morning.
He a multi tasker. From handing out meds, to removing the recycling on a Sunday morning. I don’t know what else he does and I won’t name him (I don’t want to get into trouble lol).
Supported living is full of these moments. Tiny, surreal interactions that make you wonder if you’ve accidentally wandered into a video game where the side characters have unpredictable dialogue trees.
But here’s the thing: These moments make me laugh. They keep me grounded. They remind me that even on the strangest days, humour is one of my strongest tools.
So I’ve decided: Every Sunday, I’m posting a funny moment. A little snapshot of the chaos, the charm, and the NPC energy that fills this place.