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bloomer
A place for optimism, relentless positivity, anti-doomerism, and snuggle sessions.
We're all in this together, and a better world is possible!
This is now also a space for organizing tips for our collective survival as we confront climate change and everything else. Still no doom-posting. We're here to work together, support each other, and boldly face the future.
Rules:
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Familiarize yourself with the site-wide Code of Conduct
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No doom, no gloom, only bloom. There's plenty of room for doomerism elsewhere. This community is solely for having a positive outlook on the future and spreading good vibes.
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Be kind to your fellow users. This also means no arguing in the comm. Arguments and negativity are not conducive to blooming. Constructive discussion is good. No interest-policing. Support your comrades in their joy!
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Always share good news. We can't exactly enforce this one, but if you have good news, please share it with us! Keeping happiness and positivity to yourself is the twelfth type of liberalism.
Its one of the few places i feel like i can just be.
Texas, with all of its actual problems, did right with the beaches here. There are no private beaches. Aside from state parks, the beaches are available to be used by anyone, at any time. I go there to watch the waves and think. I go there to watch the waves and not think about anything.
Ive spent a lot of time on the beach here. When i die, i want to be cremated, and scattered amongst the waves. Back to the one place ive spent more time at, than any where else. I have photos of me with my folks when i was a baby, at the exact same beaches i have photos of my children at, when they were babies themselves. My dad taught my sister and i to swim there. I taught my son and daughter to swim there. An insignificant circle, but a circle of life all the same.
On the flip side, facing the ocean at night when you can't see the horizon is absolutely terrifying. Just staring at pure black.