Aug 13, 2025
"i asked chat jibbity-"
Ask your god for mercy for I have none left.
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from United States
seen from Taiwan
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Lithuania
seen from Maldives
seen from Maldives
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from Latvia
seen from China
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
"i asked chat jibbity-"
Ask your god for mercy for I have none left.
I personally agree with the notion that we should be eating a lot less meat, and that there are all kinds of ethical problems with the manufacturing of animal products.
At the same time I have IBS combined with legume allergy, so all of the most common or affordable protein substitutes will completely destroy me, if not just straight up kill me if I go into anaphylactic shock. Beans, peas, soy, peanuts, chickpeas, lentils, all legumes.
So Riddle me this, Batman: Am I a bad person, an unethical person, for trying to sustain myself according to my ailments? For needing to eat animal products to get the nutrients I need? Was I just born immutably unethical?
Are you The Listening Friend?
You always listen, always try your hardest to understand, always try to make conversation, even if you don't understand fully, just so ppl can gush about their interests to you.
But in turn you aren't listened to that much, your opinions and suggestions often get quietly overruled, and you can never really talk about your interests bc others don't get it, and seem to be unwilling to. And now you don't even know how to talk about things that are important to you.
You know when you're not fully disabled, but you aren't fully healthy or able-bodied either? It's a lot of fun, you get all the problems and no accommodations, just because you aren't visibly/noticeably impaired.
On top of that, you get to wrestle with yourself too, for the guilt of not being able to do the things that are expected of you. Also the whole dilemma of "am I even allowed to claim myself to be disabled, when others have it worse?"
Too healthy to be sick and treated, yet too sick to be healthy and able.
A while back this green (hunter?) spider with three legs on one side and one on the other was eating some sugar off a plate with donuts, and it made me feel things. Animals don't really care about disabilities as long as they can survive at least somehow; they don't get anxiety about how they are supposed to be or how others treat them.
In a way I'm simultaneously jealous and motivated: I wish I could just live with my quirks and problems without feeling bad about them, but on the other hand the important thing in life is to just live and survive.
I left the spider on the plate, it deserved all the sugar it could eat.
I think this year might've been the funniest time to start trying to work on my mental health.
I'm not really a car person, but there's something about driving with a manual transmission that just makes you feel like you are a part of the machine. With automatic, you just press gas and go, but with stick, you feel the engine, you feel the transmissions of power, you act as a part of the whole. The rhythm of clutch, brake and gas, the heartbeat of the car.
You get to know the engine, what it needs, what it wants. Is it like a tank that can crawl up a hill without any throttle, or do you have to slowly ease off the clutch and rev up to get moving on a flat road. The way you switch gears is like a conversation, and the car tells you if you fucked up. To know and feel the car and the engine so thoroughly that you can get the maximum acceleration when needed.
Hot take but one of the problems with Bluesky is that it's The Leftist website. Which on one hand is good, as people there actually have empathy, but on the other hand the same people are being actively oppressed. The atmosphere is full of despair, and my timeline is filled with people with no money passing around each other's donation links. It's just bleak over there, and nobody can help anybody. And yet every other post is like "WHY ARE YOU STILL ON TWITTER RAAGH".
Every single time I try to do anything there it's fucking crickets all around, or I get ghosted. Twitter is complete insanity, but a lot of normal people unfortunately still use it, and I consistently get commissions there.
All in all, seems like the current main options are The Pit of Despair and The House of Madness. Pick your fucking poison.