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It is now March 7, 2025

i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)

Sitting here at this table, I watched her work behind the counter. Her eyes travelled around the room but never in the direction I was sitting in. I knew what she was thinking without having to ask because the same thought filled my mind.

I sat next to her in this seat, my laptop open. Her legs were intertwined with mine —a desperate attempt for us to keep warm in the cold weather. She was reading a poem I had written for her as I watched her eyes trail the laptop screen. A smile had kept growing on her face till she reached the last line and it stayed long after she'd finished.

Her face was blank, emotionless —but her eyes held the kind of sorrow and longing which had become a part of my everyday routine.

I shouldn't have come here but I wished to talk to her one last time, and always one last time.

No. We did. We do. You need to understand that we deserve good art. We deserve media that is both incredible at teaching the broad public very complicated philosophical theory, as well as be funny as shit. We don’t just deserve it, we need it.

Many people quit learning anything new after High School or College, if they attend. They have been traumatized by the education system so severely that they have a panic attack if they need to learn a new program for a job. People refuse to learn things because they seem hard, or because it sounds like something someone Smart would know.

Learning doesn’t need to be scary. Shows like this can do more to undo some of that fear of learning. Shows like this prove that people ARE interested in philosophy! People want to be good to each other! People can follow dense lecture and lore, as long as you contextualize it with something they’re already familiar with.

We can change things. Please, believe me. It doesn’t need to be like this.

Tldr; the Good Place is Sesame Street for adults, we DO deserve it, and we need to stop expecting television that has the same quality as Adult CocoMelon.

we really didn't deserve The Good Place. a bizarrely high-budget sitcom telling a longform, highly conceptual story that you need to have been watching from episode one, which was allowed to play out at its own pace and wrap things up when it intended to, and it didn't even lose steam over its four seasons. that's practically proof of the existence of a loving god

Traps you in a nightmare world AND trans your gender

Wyoming is not a real place

sporcle.com

US States

Can you name the US states?

Oh my god oh my god ohmygod no one speak to me-

this isn't my usual content, but something really struck me as i was visiting a part of the city unfamiliar to me today. and here is my takeaway:

I should not have to be afraid all the time. I should not have to look over my shoulder every ten minutes and be suspicious of every man in the vicinity. I should not have to scan a fucking public space, during broad daylight, for another woman to feel reassured. I should not have to maneuver the way I walk on a sidewalk, because something that has happened to others before can happen again. I should not have to avoid eye contact all the time just to feel semi-safe.

so why have we reached a point where this is normalized? I'm the one taking preventive measures and the people the law should be after don't even get apprehended properly more often than not. do we talk about the kolkata case anymore? we don't. mainstream media lost interest, at the end of the day. is it because actual justice was served? no.

and it's not as if this is far from me either. I don't think it's far from anyone.

there were a couple men that regularly roamed near my college who, according to firsthand reports, touched students inappropriately in the crowd. they were found. they were reported. we made a group chat to keep each other safe and updated. I was actually terrified of going that month. and the worst part? I don't know what happened to them. they disappeared, whether because they knew they were found or because they were apprehended, I don't know. or maybe they're still there, but all the students are too resigned to say anything anymore.

why?

because they were reported. and the enforcement said that one man in particular did it to 'go to jail for free food'. they would arrest him, keep him for a few months, then free him. so he did it again. and again. until the police were just used to it. I'm not saying the police don't do anything, because that would be inaccurate, but this incident still remains a part of my daily life. that is an institution I go to everyday. if I can't feel safe in my own locality after it's dark, if I can't feel safe at my college, if someone isn't safe in their own workplace, if I am constantly afraid whenever I go out alone... would you call that a safe country? a free one?

this isn't about any specific institution or political party or anything like that. this is about a rot that's been festering since the very beginning. something that should have been stamped out, but continues anyway.

we were promised a right to life with dignity.

this is not dignity.

So at what point in writing your book do you admit that you realized halfway through the outlining process-

“Fuck I’m writing wolfstar as lesbians.”

Here’s the thing- you need to take care of yourself. When you don’t want to, when you don’t feel like it, when you don’t feel worth it.

Take care of yourself so you can take care of others. Take care of yourself to take care of others. Take care of yourself because no one else can, or will.

Maybe nothing is awful, but you feel kind of bummed, even if you can’t think of a reason you feel like this? Ask yourself:

Have I eaten lately? In the last 5 hours? Did I eat enough? It doesn’t matter if you’re not hungry, eat anyway.

When’s the last time I saw the sun for more than the time it takes to get to work/school/the mail? These things are shockingly important. It’s not just about vitamin D. You need to remember the outside world exists.

When did I last breathe fresh air? Open a window. Go sit on the sidewalk. Scream in the yard. Fresh air, even polluted city air, is necessary.

When was the last time I moved? Go for a walk. Dance in your living room. Sit upside down, or stomp your feet while sitting on your bed. It’s not about exercise. It’s reminding yourself you have a body. It’s grounding.

When does happiness have anything to do with entertainment? Is it not just an attempt to run screaming from seeing your life with open eyes?

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