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they seriously expected us to worship cops & soldiers when street cleaners and sanitation workers exist? fuck off i know who my heroes are
"nobody likes a complainer" you say, like an idiot, as if thriving ecosystems of friendships aren't blossoming every day based solely on people vocally disliking the same things in similar ways
*reaches out my hand in love & friendship* come be a Hater with me
the real people who need to be told Omg You People Canât Do Anything is the people who canât watch something if itâs not on a streaming serviceâŚ. like girl letâs search Watch Free Online
Anyone else noticing theres no websites anymore. You never go to website.com anymore its always some bullshit like "go to the smeeple app store and download the flubi app" i dont want toooo what ever happened to websites. I do not like it
Dream journal entry again. I was awake with painsomnia until like 6 or 7 in the morning, which resulted in interesting dreams once I finally fell asleep.
I was mostly moving around with a group of people. They were always friends of mine, or some kind of amalgamations of existing people. We were on a mission, I'm not sure what it was, though. Survival was pretty high on the priority list.
There was magic in this universe, and fantastical things were normal. There were zombies or demons or similar. We were trying to get from point A to point B. We needed to move through a food court. I was also responsible for a child at this point. I remembered something about the colour yellow, and headed for a yellow section of the food court. After a while I saw the other members of the group sitting in another table. I had remembered wrong. We needed to communicate between the tables (idk why we couldn't just move closer) so I enchanted my earring to be connected to a friend's earring, so we could hear what the other hears. Then I lost my front teeth. First just a piece, then both teeth just fell out. I panicked slightly, but then remembered someone could fix them with a quick spell or something. After a while my teeth returned to normal. (I have connective tissue issues and suffer from dancing teeth, maybe I was stressing about them?) At some point we were in a huge supermarket or a warehouse. The shelves were filled with inflatable furniture. I was running away from my family. My point of view changed during the chase, and after a while we found me sleeping on the petals of a huge plastic flower. I was exhausted. I needed to be helped from there, and I sprayed me with some kind of frost magic. It formed a cocoon around me, and when I kept showering the cocoon in snow, it changed shapes multiple times. Out of the cocoon emerged someone else, a tall guy with tech wear clothing, ready to withstand the winter outside. I knew immediately I liked this dude, like a big brother almost? We were again with the group, and going through frosty covered bridges, like over train tracks. We kept a low profile. Suddenly it was time to move, and we all started flying like superheroes, progressing through the bridges/tunnels. We finally got somewhere, outside by the side of a road. A yellow egg-shaped car arrived. On it's side was written "(Someone's name) food delivery", but the car was banged up pretty bad, and we knew something was wrong. We backed down quickly, as we saw sick-looking zombie people approaching, walking down the sidewalk. We retreated into a house. It was familiar to us. There was a bunker or similar safe zone in the basement. We went down the stairs, and saw fantastical food sources, for example a small tree with large heart-shaped "leaves" that were made of strawberry. Think heart-shaped locket. Every leaf was one big flat heart-shaped strawberry. There was also old stereo equipment. There was someone who was a "former demon" in the group. His story was that he emerged from Hell (after some sort of hell-apocalypse) somewhere near my old hometown, and battled his way through some zombies. I witnessed this story through his eyes and bashed some zombies around, before I woke up.
sorry about all the mean things i said when i was right
While writing a movie review for my Letterboxd I got to thinking
Remember when you were like seven years old and experiencing philosophical thought for the first time and becoming aware of things on a deeper level
And you thought you were the next great philosopher of the century, on the playground trying to explain to your classmates that other people also experience things deeply and have complicated lives and motivations, just like you both do, and they are having those experiences all the time, everywhere, all at once and itâs neverending
And then your classmates wanted to play house and you are the mom âcause âyouâre so good at itâ, and you think how this is the worst thing anyone could be doing ever in the history of mankind
Goddamnit Lisa Iâm trying to go through ego death with most of my milk-teeth still in my mouth canât you go re-enact Hamtaro somewhere else
my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was "playing City," with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.
anyway, some kid who didn't buy insurance got hit with a "medical bill" early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.
kids who don't 'get it' are right, actually
endlessly, morbidly fascinated by how when you're a kid you're constantly having parents, school, religion, media, all drumming it into your head that Sharing Is Good And You Need To Do It, and then you grow up and suddenly they're all like right never mind all that, this is The Real World and it's every bastard for himself
I remember being about five or six years old and asking my dad âwhat makes money so valuable?â I donât remember what his answer was at that time, but I was very confused, since our money was just pieces of metal or paper, not like gold or silver and rare jewels (rare would had made sense to me, rare = more valuable).
It was in high school philosophy when I finally learned about social constructs and it all suddenly made sense. It also justified my teenage anger towards the world, because if all of society was just made up by us, why would we make it such a shitty place to be?? I think having to study philosophy independently (there was no teaching offered in my tiny school, I had to take online courses) radicalized me.
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i don't care about monday's goals, tuesday wednesday dig some holes, thursday clean my mandibles, it's friday i'm a bug
Had horrible dreams all night. So, TW for death and violence.
My parents were dying, and I needed to be the one to give them some kind of shot or medicine to make them really dead. First it was both parents, then just my mom. So, I gave her the injection, and she died. But she didnât stay dead, for some reason. I tried it again and again, but it didnât stick. I gave up, but was kinda happy it wasnât her time yet. I was stressing about having to be the oldest in the family and taking care of things, and how my sister was going to hold up.
I woke up at this point and was very relieved it was just a dream, but was still filled with dread. Thankfully (or unfortunately?) I fell back asleep soon.
I was in an old house, with a lot of people around. âFriends.â Some guy, tall, black hoodie, started bothering me. He tried to take my hands and not let go. When I twisted his wrist into a locking position (I did aikido as a kid, this is not important) it hurt him, and he got mad. All the other âfriendsâ also got mad that I hurt this guy. We went outsie and he started attacking me with worse and worse âweaponsâ, bricks, spray paint cans, rocksâŚ. After a while I just left, screw this, Iâm fleeing.
I came across a waterway of some sort. There were docks on both sides of the shore, but no bridge inbetween. There were mermaids in the water. I asked them to hold my stuff (water bottle, wallet, at least) while I swam across. They were happy to help, and we started our swim to the other shore.
On the other dock I was met with mayhem again. Day turned to night, and the people I met on the dock were confused about something. We heard a loud bang and crash, like someone hit a tree with a folding chair, and someone fell in the water. I jumped in to rescue them. It was a middle-aged ginger man, floating in the water. We got him up to dry, I have no memory of him after that.
Trouble was still brewing. There was a young blonde woman who wanted to escape a situation. I was transported into an old house, not very well kept. It felt semi-abandoned. Chaos ensued. People were sometimes deceptively nice to the blonde woman, sometimes they just outright attacked her. I was watching everything unfold through her eyes. There were both people and ghosts in the house. Sometimes a person died and became a ghost then and there. There were also lots of children around. It was dark all the time, only moonlight illuminated her path through the shadowy house.
When she encountered a ghost, she could set it free by giving it what it needed to pass on. One ghost just needed their child to get away from the house, another needed to be tricked into accepting their past or something. She got out of the house and into the yard. There were a lot of bushes and shrubs around, and she tried to hide in them and their shadows. Suddenly, a big group of children ran over a small hill and into the yeard, all holding huge gardening shears. One of them found her and tried to attack her with the shears. She needed to move through the yard, fast.
She found herself back at the docks, but now there were more people around. All middle-aged, dressed in old-fashioned (late 1800âs) clothing. They were trying to complete a ritual of some sort. They didnât succeed. The girl ran back through the house, catching a glimpse of the livingroom where three, spindly golden skeletons were propped up in their coffins. They came alive and started clawing in her direction. She had no time to stay and see if they could move from their coffins, she just kept running.
She made it to another side of the house, where there was another dock. She made it to the other shore and stood there facing the way she came from. The night changed to day, and she was surrounded by her friends, they were all wearing matching sunhats. The ritual people had followed her, but couldnât come to the shore she was on. A woman in edwardian-era clothes flicked her fingers, and sent a little clip flying towards the blonde woman. It attached to her hat brim. It was embellished with a skull motif and flowers, maybe. She quickly removed the clip, and attached it to a friendâs hat. Suddenly, she realized all of her friends around her were wearing a similar clip in ther hats. They were telepathically communicating through them, all looking at her with mischievous grins. She couldnât trust any of them.
The whole premise of the dream changed. I was again in an old house, but it was inhabited by little sentient creatures. Think toy-inspired cartoon characters. Chaos, again. Running through the house, opening doors just to find other doors or half a floor behind it, weird hallways, tight spaces and moving walls. Then I came across a room with a tall blue plastic structure, like something from a playground. There was a counterweight on the bottom, a thinner pillar in the middle and a wider section again on the top. The top had a small space like a seat in the middle, and a spiraling castle structure on the sides around it. I sat on top of it and started spinning the whole thing around. Some of the little creatures tagged along. The spinning transported us to where they originally came from. In a nutshell, the place was like an under the sea -themed summer vacation.
They were thankful that I had found the way back. I needed to go to the bathroom real bad, but their idea of a bathroom were little huts with shelves in them, with a tray of cat litter. There were also kittens and cats living in the cabinets. I politely declined the possibility to use one, and headed inside to a hote area. Someone else was also looking for a bathroom. We found the bathrooms. I wouldâve also liked to shower, since there was sand under my clothes.
When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.
Wait thatâs actually really good, gonna pop this out of the tags