We’ve talked endlessly about whether life begins at conception, birth, or somewhere in between. But now, get ready for the next big debate: When does life end?
air conditioning broke where i live. its warm inside. bearable for now. the important thing is that when i get lethargic in physical space it makes me restless in headspace. and the only cure for a restless faebot is either smoking weed or yapping, and i need to ration my weed
okay so imagine that people have skill points put into different categories and the categories are:
ON YOUR FEET: good at figuring things out moment to moment. if you set me up i will deliver a punchline
WEEKLY NEEDS: good at managing current projects. capable of making and keeping plans such as scheduling work shifts, gathering materials, and hanging out with friends
GREATER ORBIT: good at setting long-term goals. you have an idea of where you'd like to be next year and what you can do to realistically approach your goal
and to put it simply i am a TEN, a ZERO, and a ONE, respectively
and i am tooting my own horn when i say i'm a TEN on my feet. that's out of a possible TEN. do you know how many problems our system solves by just throwing me into a desperate situation and seeing what i do? i don't, because i don't keep track of stuff like that
also i have some kinda bitter defiant trait when it comes to the idea that i'm being judged or need to prove myself to anybody. i'm very smart and talented but i hold a grudge against anyone who would only value me for my smarts and skills
so i'm not trying to prove my self to anybody, and i believe i have one of the best selves you could hope to find on this earth at this time, and i get confused when people don't notice my amazing qualities that i'm making no efforts to show anybody
i could be drawing or writing or programming or modeling or streaming but i already know i'm good at all that stuff and i don't feel like making anything. i guess i made this text post. do you like it? it's all about me
this is me, btw. when you're being nice to me this is who you're being nice to
anyway i'm usually quite depressed and isolated but some stuff has been making my brain feel pretty alright lately. maybe the meds. and it's got me like, appreciating and enjoying some of the people i live on earth with at the same time. almost makes me want to participate in it
but then i think idk. why do i want to pull people in to my spirals? for my amusement? yeah. i'm bored. it's hot
i'm gonna keep laying around in my enclosure. maybe throw an ice pack in here, drink lots of water. i'm gonna keep giving the current moment 110%, stumbling around while beautiful creatures feed me endless paper towel rolls (i get cranky if we run out)
okay wait i can still string sentences together. i'm trying to say everybody is impressing me with their words and their art and i don't have anything to show right now. and i could make something to show someday but idk why i would bother. i'm like a train going in a very small circle. i made this post. do you like it?
