Maybe you're a morally complex puppy that can't be judged with a single word. Maybe the morality of you as a puppy isn't the important part of you
depression, recovery, healing is not linear
So for the past few months I've been in a decent mental state, and the past month I've been feeling really good. Today, there were a few small things that annoyed me. My bus was late after the driver went the wrong way, I got rained on, and someone in my group in college was rude to me for no reason. Nothing particularly bad overall, but it was enough to tip me into a little spiral, thinking about all my regrets
I kind of had a falling out with my group of friends in the last city I loved in. It's not like we had a fight or stopped liking each other, I still wanted to be their friend. But I lived with them, I was extremely depressed, addicted to weed and a bad housemate. So they kind of left me behind. They tried to reach out once or twice but I wasn't receptive. I continued to be depressed, and in fact got worse after talking about it, so they kind of just went about living their lives like I wasn't there. They stopped inviting me to things and asking how I was doing. And I didn't reach out much. Toward the end of my time there, I tried to mend some bridges and spend more time with them, but it didn't really work. After we all left, they didnt keep in touch with me. I know for a fact that they kept in touch with each other.
That was over a year ago, and today I'm in a better place than I have been for a long time. I have a brilliant, supportive friend group who I want to spend my life with. I have meaningful connections and an interest in my life. But I guess some malaise got lodged in me, and it showed up today. Just some sadness from the past. That sad chapter of my life has concluded, I'm more grown up now and better at being alive. But scars still hurt from time to time.
I'd like to let go of much of my past, but it forms all of my insecurities. I've slowly gotten more confident recently, but it's still hard. Being alive is still hard. I'll keep doing it, I want to keep going, but it isn't easy
Erm actually this is a fake picture of a fake city that was built just to trick enlightened westerners
Advertising is like an attack on my sense, it repulses me when I'm forced to sit through an ad. I use ad blockers in my daily life, but my parents listen to the radio and the ads are insufferable, I have to leave the room when they come on. I don't know how they can bare it, ads are the most grating and inhuman thing you could listen to constantly.
Advertising is such a massive waste of labour. So many creative and hardworking people end up making fucking ads for the sake of selling product after product instead of doing something helpful to society. Imagine a world where you don't see ads 24/7, and the energy put towards making ads is used for actual communication with communities, art, education, fucking anything but advertisement.
It's awful. I hate advertisement so much I hate it I hate it I hate it
The prophecy was true, actually. There are a massive amount of people using chat bots as porn
Hosting a house party on Saturday, any ideas for a fun theme?
I feel so tired very often these days, and I'm still not doing nearly as much as I want to be. I'm in a college course I really enjoy, I work 8-12 hours a week and I'm a scout leader, which is unironically the most I've ever had going on in my life. But I still feel like there's so much more I want to be doing. I want to lose weight and socialize and date more and read more and get better at drawing and making YouTube videos. Why does time have to be so limited argh
Puppeteering Mitch McConnell's barely breathing body is way funnier than letting him die actually. I hope they do this with Trump and Biden as well.
How do you deal with the expectation to have a "career", and like a structured 9-5? I'm coming around to just saying fuck societal expectations, but I don't actually, practically know how to live like that.
But another way I've thought of things is that I essentially have two options. I can do the middle class life thing, own a car, have a few hours a day of free time, work towards buying a house by the time I'm 50. The daily life would suck but it would be somewhat predictable. On the other hand, I could live according to my own clock. Let money be secondary to keeping myself alive and passionate. Look for and accept whatever help I can get without shame. It seems more risky, but the risk of living the other life is that I hate it and destroy myself
Are they learning to be a 14th century bureaucrat or something? Wtf are these skills, why does it look like an education for fancy young lads who will inherit daddy's land?
I started opening shone jump and reading manga instead of social media when im waiting for the bus or taking my break at lunch or something. and honestly i cant recommend enough finding something to do that replaces doomscrolling.
I fucking hate cars so much we need a Great Purge for cars
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