You’re not wrong. Should it be different? Absolutely. Will it be different? Maybe someday in the distant future.

But ultimately what’s most likely to happen is that the average person is going to keep pressing the dopamine buttons on their pocket rectangles and telling the world about every fart that exits their buttcheeks and if you don’t do that you’re going to get slowly pushed out of society in a similar way to the Amish or Mennonites.

It weirdly reminds me of the mark of the beast from the book of revelation. Apocalyptic literature does so well not because it predicts the future but because it follows the repeating patterns of the past. The world as humans know it has ended and been replaced by something new and utterly bizarre more times than history has recorded and will probably continue to do so more times than we can comprehend.

Each new version of humanity has people that get left behind, or alternatively, who refuse to submit to something horrible no matter how much bigger than them it is. It’s a completely valid stance to take and one I will probably take myself but you do have to make peace with the fact that the rest of society is almost definitely going to pick the dopamine buttons over you.

If you can accept being disconnected, then by all means, live your best life. I’m certainly planning to (although it’s also important to recognize that this is not a purely binary decision).

Orange is the New Black.

I always found her vaguely annoying but tbh that just means she’s good at what she does because the whole purpose of activism is to make people uncomfortable with the status quo. Like ugh I know the world is a raging dumpster fire but can I just finish this day in stardew?

First of all I love this question. My suggestion is that you shuffle a deck of cards, flip them over and note their exact order, then shuffle again and note the order again then keep shuffling and checking the order until the deck resets to the original shuffled order. It’s gotta happen eventually, but it might take you a while. In fact a lot of people have studied that very specific problem and there’s actually really good odds that every shuffled deck you’ve ever held has been the only deck of that order in history. So, yes, it almost certainly has happened somewhere, but good luck finding it.

1. Follow the instructions others have provided on searching your things, vehicles, house etc for tracking and recording devices.

2. Follow the instructions others have provided for locking down your email and socials and setting up something like Google voice to mask the new phone number you’re gonna get.

3. Buy a gun or whatever is the most lethal weapon your locality allows and go to a gun range and / or get coaching how to use it and practice using it regularly.

4. Go to your local animal shelter and take home the sweetest dog they have that’s over 50-60lb.

5. Develop the best social support system you can of people who will check in on you regularly and come find you if you don’t respond for a while.

Can’t even sniff digital panties in the privacy of your own home what is this world coming to?

Some hospital royalty’s grandparent needed ECT for their treatment resistant depression. Said royalty fought tooth and nail to let gamgam get her very first set of induced controlled seizures under surgical level anaesthesia done outpatient. The ECT doc said fuck no (you can do them outpatient, but you always do the first set inpatient case shit goes pear shaped). They then tried to get gamgam to spend her time in the fancy hospital rooms (yes that’s a thing) instead of on the psych unit with us crazies. The ECT doc said no. This was also right after admin got mad at us for throwing out a piss soaked mattress. Don’t want granny sleeping on somebody else’s piss? Nobody should be sleeping on somebody else’s piss. DEAL WITH IT you bourgeoisie bastards.

Next step: The Screwfly Solution

Except with black men lol (I mostly kid, but it is definitely a thing for people with certain very politically incorrect fetishes). As someone who recently got VERY into the history of playing cards, diamonds could also be a very good fit, the original suit being pentacles, associated with the classical element of earth as well as food, wealth, and other material enjoyments (I want cheesecake more than sex anyone)?

That is not what the ace of spaces generally connotes.

Upvoting just because this reads as sarcasm to me and I’m vibing with it.

That actually sounds lit I didn’t know that existed

Ain’t hurtin’ his case though. Imagine the incels:

Classrooms are for pricks, boardrooms get chicks.

Classrooms get you shade, boardrooms get you laid.

Classrooms are for pussies, boardrooms get pussy.

Yeah the only reason I think he did it is I was already pretty sure they would catch him. When I first heard about it I knew there were probably already hundreds of FBI agents just looking for the one guy. The mcdonalds story is hinky as shit but I almost guarantee they got the right guy. They just don’t want to have to be honest about whatever weird backdoor they’ve got installed on all of our technology a) because they don’t want to give up their strategy but also b) its probably super illegal and not even remotely admissible in court.

They’re worried if they give that we’ll go all the way and demand total equality and they’ll have to be plebs with real jobs. Boo fucking hoo assholes I’d make you do my job but you’re not good enough. Also you’ve hurt my patients enough already.

Someone commented that they’re REALLY trying to take a bad photo of him. Literally anything they can play off as malicious, unhinged, or even “thuggish,” but every single time the man pulls a barney stinson. They tried putting him in a suicide smock (which I strongly question, even in psychiatry I’ve only had to use one a handful of times in almost ten years). They even tazed him until he pissed himself and he’s standing tall with his chin up. The man cannot take a bad photo and while I hate to say it’s true it probably will actuality give him an advantage in the court proceedings.

Well they’ve said they would support me IF-

I just went ahead and told them it’s because they didn’t stop my cousins from doing weird sexual shit to me.

One time I backed into a bollard on my way out of the shop’s parking lot and busted my rear brake light. I love my mechanic because they understand that a) I’m a dumbass and b) as long as it’s cheap and safe to drive idgaf what it looks like or how long it takes to fix (my daily commute is public transit and their shop is within walking distance of a bus stop).

Yeah my parents:

explicitly told me they’re giving me nothing

told me they’d give my hypothetical grandchildren something because (and I cannot express to you enough that they explicitly stated this OUT LOUD WITH WORDS) that they would love the grandchildren more than me. My mother has talked to me at length about how she already likes these people that don’t exist more than me.

Are constantly critical of my appearance. When I tried to wear makeup as a child they didn’t want me to look “promiscuous” (because somehow using an SAT word makes it ok to tell your 10-year-old they look like a whore). My mother was constantly critical of how short clothing looked on me because I was so tall or how my chest looked in shirts because it was too big. Now that I’ve gotten those tits removed and I dress more masculine even though I never even really “came out” as anything because I just don’t care enough about gender that’s also not ok because I’m not acting my gender.

They don’t comfort me when I’m upset. They either tell me I’m upset about something stupid or say that I should be worried about more other things. I worked in Healthcare while in nursing school through the first half of COVID them graduated mid-pandemic and every time I’d mention stuff about how broken our Healthcare system is they’d want to have a “fun debate” about MAGA shit then make fun of me for getting emotional. One time I was sitting suicide watch because a guy kept ripping the ventilator mask off and begging me to let him die. The only thing that got him to keep it on was me summing up the plots of the last five books I read because after the first four hours I ran out of things to talk to him about to keep him distracted. Y’all. They thought my PTSD flashbacks were funny.

My parents are both rocket scientists but they’re not sending people to the moon or Mars. I don’t know how they reconcile a belief in Jesus with arms dealing but I’m pretty sure those dead Palestinian kids are paying for my nursing degree.

Anyway I unloaded the exact content of all those PTSD flashbacks on them, told them their voting choices were going to lead to them dying in a ditch full of maggots, then dumped all the shit my whole family talk behind each other’s backs in the groupchat and changed my phone number. Its been a year and I haven’t felt the need to drink since.

Love me? You don’t even like me. Die alone, assholes.

I actually love mr bones wild ride ty for reminding me of it.