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Walter White in Mario Kart Wii
what a thing it is to make peace with your past mistakes, the things that used to haunt you late at night when you were up too late. to not only accept and recognize the baggage you once carried, but to also see how that baggage weighed down the people around you, and better yet, to recognize those who happily helped shoulder the weight.
maybe you’d like to give your past self a hug. maybe you’d offer a listening ear, but that’s too bold an assumption to think your younger self had the vocabulary to practice that level of self-aware honesty. the better thing would be to let that younger self continue stumbling and falling—they always manage to get back up.
as for the people you’d hurt along the way, perhaps the best thing you can do to honor them is to live a kinder, more mindful life. should you be so fortunate to atone and apologize, absolutely do so. but on the inevitable interim, simply be the better person you learned to be after dealing with the regret of hurting them.
i haven’t truly figured out how to make peace with those who have hurt me, though. those nagging pains still creep up from time to time. still, all i can do is recognize and acknowledge that pain, why it still stings, and continue on with my day. besides, everyone is fighting their own battles, swinging their own baggage however they may. maybe they’re having the same internal conversations, maybe not. truth be told, i’m not owed anything by anyone—at least, i’m not owed anyone else’s personal growth journey.
Robby like 2 hours ago:
YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU HAVE A CAR. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. IT'S A PHYSICAL CAR. YOU'RE A REGULAR GUY. IT'LL GO TO PRE-SEASON TESTING. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU CAN MAKE A PRESS STATEMENT. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU CAN PASS CRASH TESTS. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. THE CAR ISN'T HAUNTED. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. GROVE IS A REAL PLACE.
literally how it feels to watch heated rivalry
me: i can't do anything... i don't know what my life is anymore...
the jacob wysocki tulpa manifesting inside my brain:
Dr. Whitaker's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (so far) on THE PITT (2025-)
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I was chronically online well before i’d gotten my first iPhone (an iPhone 3G, for those keeping score), but I’m pretty sure that my iPhone complicated some social media addictions, among other addictive behaviors.
I’d already been spending a good deal of time on various blogging and early social media platforms, and my phone just put it all at my fingertips.
I think Tumblr was the breakthrough platform for me, to be honest. It was a mix of longer, deeper posts with easier-to-digest quick posts. It was also a great place for me to discover new music, as the 00s were a prime time for music blogs.
I think Facebook’s status updates and Twitter’s microblogging drove things from being unhealthily online to being toxically online. I got lost in my own low-grade popularity, and my posts got lazier and more-likely to pander to an idea of popularity. I’d gotten headass in a bad way, and I couldn’t be peeled away from my phone.
All this is to say, after having been online in some way for a bit more than 25 years of my life, and having social media at my fingertips for about 16 years of that time, I feel like being a lot more intentional with my time and the tools I use. For work reasons, I can’t not have a smartphone.
For personal reasons, I’d like to have less smartphone access outside of the 40 hours a week dedicated to work. I’m seriously considering getting a second phone, a dumb phone, for my off hours.
While I’m barely on social media these days, I do miss the simplicity of not having access to fact check every conversation or quickly slake my curiosities—sometimes it’s nice to sit in not knowing things for the sake of conversation and feeding my imagination. It’s nice to not have the tools to be right all the time and just feel some sense of human error once in awhile.
When I *am* on social media, I really want to be intentional with who I’m following and where I’m doing that following. I’m simply tired of being inundated with utter bullshit and performative angst, as the internet I once knew was a place of joy and irreverence. Now so many people act like they need to be scions of whatever they believe in because the world is becoming worse and worse by the second—I prefer not to get my news in microblogging format, but from well-researched sources that deserve more than a scroll-through on a feed.
At some point, I’d just like to not use social media on my phone so that I can be in the moment more. I’m trying the Dumb Phone app—it doesn’t necessarily take social media away, but it at least re-focuses my phone for my own basic necessities outside of social media.
It’s a start.
THE FRAMING. CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO OF HER. OH GOD.
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Often in shows like this when they have a black person in a position of power over a white cast, the media pretends there is nothing to this dynamic. I was worried it would be the same here, but they’ve actually started doing something interesting with it.
Milchick got his promotion because Cobel was fired. They didn’t let him earn it himself. It was a product of circumstance.
He was the one who had to do the dirty work handling the innies, while Cobel mostly sat at a desk giving orders. Now that he’s been promoted to Cobel's job, 'They' (whoever they is) continue to force him to do much of his old job still (apart from the child labor assistance).
They do not respect him enough to grant him the same courtesies they did Cobel. They won’t fix his screensaver. They made him run around town himself to fire/rehire the innies.
We see him in that scene where he's speaking with Natalie, and for a moment the veneer of ‘power’ and the Kier worship slips while he and Natalie share a moment of anger and fear. And suddenly they’re given a painful reminder of how they are seen by Them.
They are still othered, still black, in a soulless, corporate, white cult that sees them as so Far from their concept of God that ‘They’ felt the need to alter the very face of their God to help Milchick feel part of the cult and "see himself" in Kier.
And then They told Natalie how she should feel about being given this same "gift". Literally put the words in her mouth and forced her to recite them to Milchick. Natalie is the voice of The Board at the cost of her own voice.
I'm hoping for their backstories and that they continue to explore this dynamic. And that this show does it the justice it deserves.
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good god this whole album stopped me in my tracks today. i’m glad that i opted to go to a record fair on sunday instead of watching a game i had no vested interest in (go bills)…because the passenger seat records booth had this record in stock, and i haven’t been able to find it *anywhere* else to date.
ps. buy physical copies of your music.