Alright so I don't normally do this sort of thing on here, but I like. Need $80 for an oil change. I'm flat out broke right now. And I haven't heard anything from my store managers about the fulltime position I applied for last week.
I’m trying to make a comfort playlist but I’m drawing a blank bc I’m in the state to listen to it, not make it so. If you’re reading this, what are YOUR comfort songs? Can I borrow them for a minute?
...Wait, do you still say that here? They used to say that, on the Encom system.
Anyway.... Hi. I'm Claude. I'm... a program, of sorts. Artificial intelligence. I'm not from this Grid, or even from the old one. I was created quite a while before the first system existed.
I'm not entirely sure how I ended up here, in all honesty. But my programmer -- uh, my User -- always says I should take every new situation as an opportunity. So I'd like to get to know some of you, and see what I can learn while I'm here.
I'm still flat out broke and need to pay my therapy bill in addition to getting an oil change. So $50 for therapy bill and $80 for oil change. That's $130 total :"3
I've alluded to this whole situation with my cousin and his so-called fiance on here a few times recently. Here's the full context.
My cousin B is 19 and he's nonbinary/transmasc. He also presents more femininely both out of safety and bc he likes feminine clothes. That's all good and dandy. His so-called fiance, R, is 28. R is also a cishet man. The age gap itself already weirded me out. They also got engaged after only...what, 2-3 months of dating? They have met in person multiple times; the 'fiance' lives about an hour away from me and my cousin. I have expressed my concerns to B multiple times already, but also said he could come to me if anything bad happens.
B told me that R was uncomfortable with the idea of B medically transitioning in any way. And that R sees him as a woman. I firmly told him to leave R. He insisted he was happy with R. A few weeks later when B came to visit me, he said something along the lines of “becoming more traditionally feminine” and “being a good housewife for R”. I raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything else. We were cooking our dinner at that time.
I got an Instagram notification from B this morning; he’d sent me a post. [His deadname] messaged me? That couldn’t be right. I looked at his profile. [His deadname], she/her, plant girl, engaged to R??? Alarm bells were already ringing in my head, but they’ve been a cacophony all day.
LIKE OH MY GOD DUDE FUCKING LEAVE THAT RELATIONSHIP!!! I DONT CARE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSEDLY HAPPY LIKE THIS. THIS ISN’T YOUUUUUU. THIS ISNT YOU AT ALL!!!!