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why I've been feeling less like there's things to live for, lately
I've been realizing this morning, while awake in the middle of the night (well, sleep cycle) that what I find fulfilling in my life is interacting with other people, and feeling that I do things beyond just surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people.
In the past few months
* interacting with people got shuffled around
* interacting with my parents has felt more necessary, and that's largely shelving my personality for 1 day of every 14 days
* politics turns trying to push back from an expression of self into a necessity
* GenAI limits where I feel I can post online without being scraped, while finally ending my hopes of going FT with art
* both politics and GenAI really hammer home that I'm surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people
The initial monologue "THE GRID. A digital frontier. I tried to picture packets of information as they moved through the computer. Were they like BOOGERS? Were they stretchy, could you roll them up and flick them?" while popular with 10 year old test audiences, was edited to better fit the final movie
political complaint
and y'wanna know what's practically worst thing about this needless, egregious BULLSHIT? It's that not only are the worst people in the world upsetting me while I'm drinking coffee, stitching images and listening to Louis Armstrong on a sunny day off, but my FRIENDS complaining reminded me they're fucking out there doing crap, and now I'm making YOU feel as bad as my friends just inadvertently made me feel.
It bugs me how my *actual* worries and self-doubts (for instance, any gender dysphoria) are completely buried and hard to separate out from all sorts of abuse issues, but 1) I guess that's true of everyone really and 2) if they could easily be separated out from a huge tangle I'd have resolved them years ago.
dream last night - I'm with a friend showing off these 90s vintage, West End Games Star Wars splatbooks I'd just bought, and we're looking at a fake ad for cybernetics. Black and white with 1990s awesome computer graphics of a head and a dissected hand. The text is something like "She sees his screens. He holds her hand" and I say something like "if my fingers looked like that they'd hurt more than they already do."
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!"
"My mother was a pure woman from a noble family. And, unlike some, I know who my father is."
"WAIT WAIT WAIT how did you learn our language?"
#drawing last night - originally I wanted to riff off the”Celtic elves” concept but I really couldn’t make the description of riastharae from the Tain work on the elf champion’s face. And in fact I’m unsure I successfully communicated it at all!
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.