May 7, 2025
Writing thing I am learning: it's okay to go with the "obvious" or "basic" plot development if that's the easiest track for the story you want to tell. It's probably a good idea even.
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Writing thing I am learning: it's okay to go with the "obvious" or "basic" plot development if that's the easiest track for the story you want to tell. It's probably a good idea even.
“My friend is cheating on you with Graves.”
oh?
Well, my morning's off to a great start. I woke up at 5:30 (I think). And I've been downstairs using my phone since 6. But I couldn't find my shakers (a bookmark and pencil crayon i sometimes hold onto as comfort items, I guess), and so now i'm just agitated beyond belief. My dad's at work and hasn't seen my texts. Or my attempted phone calls. So i've been suffering in silence, and i refuse to do anything until I find these f***ing shakers. So i'm annoyed beyond belief. Once i find the shakers, i'll go back to reading comics. And once i'm done with that, I may use my switch. So I don't know when i'll post next. But yeah. Today's been annoying.
A bunch of shitty empty spanking new bot blogs followed me and I reported and blocked all of them. I recommend for anyone getting a sudden weird influx of followers this way to just report/block.
Some are also obvious "Palestine" scam accounts that are empty but do have headers with stolen pictures and stereotypical names. So this might be all the same shitty group as well as ai scrapers (they were all over my ip tracker until I made my account only accessible to other tumblr users)
The Slog Of Life
My time in COVID-19 induced quarantine has had me reflecting on the things that I crave or look forward to in life that remain perpetually out of reach. Like a nice dinner outside in my general area without the party being crashed by invasive insects. Multiple times, the dinner I had with my family the other weekend was interrupted by spotted lantern flies landing on our table or dive bombing us. You could barely walk anywhere without seeing one of them flattened on the pavement. It was disgusting to experience. Spotted lantern flies, like all insects, are fascinating creatures. That does not subtract from the damage they have been doing to local ecosystems since they arrived in America a few years ago. They did not completely ruin my dinner, a genuinely good meal on its own, but they were a nuisance.
Recently, it seems like life has been filled with nuisances, and they accompany everything otherwise worth living for. All of them point towards the path of one of life’s cruelest, most disabling nuisances—DOUBT. Seeing those harmful insects polluting the air makes the restoration of the world you once knew seem more and more unlikely. Seeing people’s conversations de-evolve into mindless sloganeering and virtue signaling makes you question anyone’s ability to think critically. Having your view of the world ignored and shot down makes you question if your words even have meaning. You get overwhelmed by a gaslighting world, you lose grip on your motives and sense of self, you become complacent. You are crippled when the spotted lantern fly that just landed in your hair should have been the one to take the boot.
I know from personal experience what it is like to be overcome with dutiful, certain passion. Ninety percent of the time, that passion feels one sided. Life becomes an uphill battle to defeat the monster assembled from the tangled wires of consciousness and unconsciousness, decisiveness and anxiety, love and hatred—and nothing is right until the mission is completed. The rewards are usually temporary and unsatisfying, and true fulfillment has a waiting list. Now that’s what I call a nuisance.
At least I’m lucky that a few of the waiting lists I’ve found myself on have been growing shorter. That’s not always the case.
aren't we not supposed to have access to our files?
[REDACTED]: SCP. Do you have access to your files?
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