I somehow managed to condition myself into thinking of gay as a complement term. People I hung out with in high school used to call things “straight” derogatively. Something was straight if it was boring, bland, predictable, superficially performative in a conformist manner, etc.

We’re all at least a little gay 💜

we’re tired of being sold a shit sandwich that may someday become edible? wow who would have ever predicted this utterly unprecedented turn of events except absolutely fucking everybody.

It’s interesting that every group of people, basically ever, has started a religion.

One such example of a group of people who had NOT developed religiosity I’m aware of, interestingly, also did not develop mathematics or written language, because the capacity for abstraction which form the substrate that religions grow upon is ALSO a prerequisite for speculative concepts like symbolic meaning and set theory.

I’m speaking of certain mostly out of contact tribes of humans.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pirahã_people
And even they, despite living with an exclusively direct observation empiricism-based worldview, are still susceptible to collective hallucination (though they don’t cultivate it into an organized system that will ever persist beyond those who directly experienced any given hallucinatory event).

This right here. If we didn’t have religion, practically the first thing we’d do is begin hallucinating about one. There’s a “religion”-shaped hole in every human brain, basically, even though things that we wouldn’t necessarily readily recognize as religious patterns could come to fill it, wholly or partially. Our pattern recognition/reconstruction and predictive modeling systems will always generate hallucinations that, like most heuristics, are fundamentally not reality but MAY nevertheless offer sufficient utility (or the feeling of utility) that the synaptic connections they comprise will end up self-reinforcing.

The amount of vigilance it would take to continually purge these cognitive patterns would be more expensive and exhausting than most of the potential dangers of letting them exist.

But it’s possible to mindfully decide to cultivate the features and aspects of what emergently congeals there such that it’s more likely to be harmless, such as certain hobbies, fandoms, habits, or ritual-esque behavioral patterns.

Reflecting on our experiences against an anthropomorphized hypothetical observer to gain insights we would otherwise miss shows up even in places like computer programming - see “rubber duck debugging” - sufficiently strict religious sects would most certainly decry this activity as idolatry to a false god, even if YOU clearly do not classify a rubber ducky as a god. Because, again, the root of religiosity is group consensus of a socially shared memetic hallucination. what they perceive becomes a component of their beliefs even if it doesn’t become a component of yours.

This leads me to often consider spirituality, magical thinking, ritualistic behaviors, and religiosity in general as a bridge between our animalistic impulses and instincts vs. our sapience, or whatever you might label “higher” cognitive functions that enable abstract decision differentiation.

Nestle

HP

Apple

Tesla

There are more but those are the first that came to mind that I don’t have to go dig up a list.

NOBODY WAS DRAFTED INTO VIETNAM WHEN THEY WERE FUCKING TWELVE DIPSHIT

AND, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU DO NOT GET TO INSINUATE THAT THE “DUCK AND COVER” CARTOONS WERE SOMEHOW MORE TRAUMATIZING THAN CODE GRAY DRILLS, LET ALONE SOME PEOPLE ACTUALLY DIRECTLY EXPERIENCING ACTUAL FUCKING SCHOOL SHOOTINGS

FUCK. OFF. IN. HELL.

at least Vietnam veterans could afford a fucking home when they got back

You know what, STAY fucked off. I don’t need filth like you in my feed. BLOCKED.

I don’t think any alphas had actually been born yet to witness it let alone comprehend it.

Tell you something homie:

Having no hope is, in my opinion, better than having false hope. You aren’t waiting around for some external savior to recognize that you’re struggling and swoop in to rescue you. You know that anything you get will arrive to you only by clawing it from the cold dead hands of the elders.

Yeah it sounds bleak but realize this: THEY don’t know that.

THEY, those fucking parasite boomers in their ivory towers, think you’re just like the millennial doomers who will roll over obediently and then do no worse than look sad and make sad noises when we get cheated ALL OVER AGAIN.

When they turned their back on US, we stayed docile, simpering, begging. When they turn their back on YOU, you are going to stab them thirty six times, slash their throats, and dig out their organs with a shiv fashioned out of one of their precious participation trophies, and eat them raw and howling.

… Or at least some of you will. And I for one hope that when it starts happening, we doomers will either stay out of the way, or for ONCE in our FUCKING LIVES stand up to protect you from the death throes of the worst generation.

You have it in you. It’s growing. Keep feeding it.

If you weren’t old enough to understand what was happening when watching the twin towers fall and grasp the gravity of it while it was happening, you’re a Zoomer. (And that’s a good thing)

Elder millennial here. Born in 1985.

The millennials watched several thousand people die on live television when we were kids and then everything went downhill from there. I was in high school in September 2001. Old enough to just barely understand what was happening, too young to do jack shit about it. Frightened, we looked to guidance from our Gen-X and Boomer teachers and elders. They told us to sit down, shut up, do as we were told, and everything would be fine. By and large, we did. By and large, nothing, not one fucking thing, ended up fine.

I say this to illustrate that this is why, and how, we are the DOOMER generation. We got piled on with the baggage and bondage of manipulation and lies from the Boomers who climbed the social ladder and then pulled it up behind them, and their Gen-X toadies who rode their coattails half way up hoping they wouldn’t get noticed and shaken off to land back down here in the dirt with the rest of us.

And the thing that sets the Zoomers apart is that you witnessed this happening, every single crucial step of the betrayal from every authority figure from the president on down to the homeroom teacher, and by gods… You Learned.

Zoomers, in my view, seem to possess a preternatural hyper-awareness that any promise made by anyone who has something they can take from you is good for nothing. Some people say “Zoomers don’t give a shit” like it’s supposed to be an insult. HA. No. I see what’s really happening. They’re jealous. Giving a shit was a mistake. It was a mistake we Doomers made. And I am pleased, if not in awe, when I see Zoomers not falling for the bait. You have largely withdrawn yourselves from the rat race, and now it’s running out of rats. Maybe now those fucking rats can finally starve holed up and isolated in their mazes. You, meanwhile, may very well build a better way to live. And whether or not I get to participate, I love to see it.

Go get 'em, Zoomers.

Big real estate killed malls. They aren’t as efficient at generating rent due to their maintenance and upkeep costs, so real estate holdings firms are hell bent on liquidating them, subdividing them, and redeveloping the land piecemeal in ways that better optimize for fine access control and not having to take care of any “dead” non-money-making spaces such as the concourses between the stores. Instead: just parking lots between store fronts.

Now there’s a Walmart, a Home Depot, an Applebee’s, a mattress store, a liquor store, and maybe a transient party supply store that will occasionally occupy a space on a seasonal basis. When a slot isn’t occupied by a tenant, they get to shut off the power, water, and climate control completely, and not have to end up wasting electricity or fuel conditioning the air of a space no one goes to right then.

If you WANTED to make a mall work, you could, especially if you added faux “residential” space (actually retail space where the product being sold is storage and privacy, with “sleep” being “against the rules” but they built it to intentionally not know that that’s what the “customers” are doing there). Residential malls would guarantee a constant customer and worker base as people come and go to visit family and friends and end up shopping along the way.

But they don’t want that.

They want to sell a MINIMUM viable product, and charge maximally for it.

i don’t trust chrome OR whatever browser microsoft wants me to use.

also to say i ‘trust’ firefox would also be an overstatement, but you could fairly describe it as, “I distrust firefox less” than either google or microsoft.

to be fair, “lightly fucked” is an extremely apt description for many things these days…

(and “extremely fucked” is an apt description for many more.)

2019 → Dissociation → 2024!?!?

speaking of starting slow,

I’ve found that increasing how speedily i perform my exercise has diminishing returns and only increases the odds of injuring oneself

but when i go through the motions slowly, it is then that I feel optimally exerted. 20 slow squats pay off better than 20 fast ones. or perhaps even 40.

the goal isn’t to feel pain, but to accomplish the work. And furthermore, if we injure ourselves, then we lose progress being unable to work out while convalescing.

(i mean, like, individual muscle fibers are going to tear and then be mended and make the muscle stronger over time but it’s gotta be moderated and also we never want to damage our ligaments, tendons, or cartilage)

fr fam, it’s fear >_>;

and the agony of lived experience

This year was a close call for me. I’m only JUST BARELY managing to get my life back on track.

It is precisely that alarm going off that got me to take the steps I’ve been needing to take.

This is the message I needed to receive years ago so when I see an opportunity to echo it, I do.

I’ve set a calendar notice :3

NO

RIGHT NOW

RIGHT THIS SECOND

TOMORROW MAY BE TOO LATE

STAND UP AND STRETCH

TOUCH THE FLOOR, THEN THE CEILING

DO IT AGAIN, AT LEAST 10 TIMES

ONE DAY YOU WILL WAKE UP AND DISCOVER YOUR BODY IS INCAPABLE OF THIS AND IT WILL DESTROY YOU MENTALLY AND EMOTIONALLY. THE DESTRUCTION YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW CAN ALWAYS FEEL WORSE, AND IT WILL BE INFINITELY SO IF A SEDENTARY LIFE DISABLES YOU

SO STAND THE FUCK UP AND DO THOSE FUCKING SQUATS

WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

I jump to the defense of hexbear because, well … I like them.

They’re spicy.

I’ve seen some truly heinous, ignorant, repugnant shit on here but it’s never actually been from hexbear users.

(it’s been from lemmygrad users)

hexbear users have been outspoken and unapologetically staunch in defending their positions, but never outright bloodthirsty or antagonistic.

or at least, maybe my sarcasm detection is being more generous than it’s supposed to be, and registering false positives…? because to my view I’ve seen hexbears JOKE about some dark shit, but it never came across as unironically hostile to me.

but anyway, my opinion alone won’t sway the outcome. if the consensus forms firmly against hexbear, i’ll just have to roll with that outcome. But i’d miss 'em, I would.