Me: Walking Through The Halls Of The Hotel, Carrying 15 Tortillas, 4 Shirts, A Mostly Empty Jar Of Peanut

Currently consumed by unexplainable sadness

I swear every time I log on I blink and an hour passes

That feeling when you go shopping and and have to pass up so many pretty clothes because you know they wouldn't look good on you 😞

You know, I think the further we get into The Future the less I understand

And I'm not even talking about technology or medical advancements because that's a whole other thing

What I mean is

I legitimately cannot tell when things are satire anymore

Is this person just insane? Is it a joke? Do they need to see someone? Have they always been like this? Is it sarcasm?

It both shocks and horrifies me constantly

not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?

Hey, look at me. Look at me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: you need to condition yourself to being okay with being inconvenienced by things. The first time I spoke about this I meant it in a mental health way- it is good to go out to the store and see people versus just ordering alone at home- but there is another more pressing societal issue you should be more concerned about as well.

Any service you rely on for convenience can be weaponized against you the moment you begin to rely on it. Streaming used to be a cheap and convenient way to see movies at home. It is now exorbitantly expensive, you need multiple accounts just to get what you want, and any of those movies can be taken from you at any time. And unless you have gotten used to going through the “inconvenience” of owning physical media, you can do nothing about it. Same goes for buying things on Amazon. Same goes for any service like DoorDash etc. These companies WANT you to be reliant on them for convenience so they can do whatever they want to you because, well, what else are you gonna do?

Same thing goes for the uptick in AI. If you train yourself to become reliant on AI for doing basic things, you will be taken advantage of. It is only a matter of a couple years before there are no free AI services. Not only that, but in the usage of AI’s case, it is robbing you of valuable skills that you need to curate that you will be helpless without the moment the AI companies drive in the knife the way they have done with streaming. Delivery. Cable. Internet. Etc. It will happen to AI too. And if you are not practicing skills such as. Writing. You are not only going to be at the mercy of AI companies in the digital world, but you are going to be extremely easy to take advantage of in real life too.

I am begging you to let go of learned helplessness. I am begging you to stop letting these companies TEACH you helplessness. Do something like learn to pirate. It is way more inconvenient at the beginning, but once you know how, it is one less way companies can take advantage of you. Garden. Go to the thrift store (older clothes hold up better anyway). These things take more time and effort, yes, but using time and effort are muscles you need to stretch to keep yourself from being flattened under the weight of our capitalist hellscape.

Inconvenience yourself. Please. Start with only the ways you are able. Do a little bit at a time. But do something.

there's something so endlessly poetic about eva noblezada and reeve carney's relationship.

they met & fell in love while performing the central romantic characters of a retelling of a 2000+ year old tragic myth, in which the central theme of the show is how people have been retelling this story over and over again for all of those 2000+ years, every time hoping that it will 'turn out this time', only to be devestated by the inevitably tragic ending. a retelling that begs people to hope, to believe that this time, orpheus will get to take eurydice with him.

"who are you?" "the man who's gonna marry you."

"lover, tell me, when we're wed..."

on reeve's final show, they recreated the end of the show, allowing orpheus to take his eurydice up the stairs and out of 'hadestown', hand in hand with her - an ending that the mythological orpheus & eurydice never got to see.

and then they got engaged, on a bridge overlooking the theatre where they first performed together, while returning to their characters together for the first time in a year and a half.

they are the orpheus and eurydice who made it out. they are what the show begs us to believe in.

anais mitchell, you prophetess.

WE ARE NOT DOING THE RESURGENCE OF MASK-OFF ACEPHOBIA. I KNOW IT NEVER TRULY WENT AWAY BUT WE ARE NOT POPULARIZING HATING ON ACES. NO, NOT EVEN THOSE ONES. NONE OF THEM. WE ARE NOT DOING ACEPHOBIA AGAIN.

Anybody else sometimes wish that limbs were detachable like lego people so you could just swap them out for new ones?

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