when it’s your boss and your family and other people who have influence over your life, you tend to give a a lot of fucks about what they think.

not everyone is an atomized detached person, or has a job that isn’t influenced by their personal choices.

a lot of people think a man who isn’t working, and making bank while doing so, is a worthless piece of shit human being. any role where a man isn’t doing both those things makes him worthless. including so called progressive anti-gender folks, also think this way.

indoor chickens have to wear diapers.

my fetish is being a bird in a diaper

I’m shit of shitty people hiding behind *ism, or *phobia when they are abusive hypocritical assholes as individuals whose only interest in ‘injustice’ is when someone is trying to hold them to account for something they did individually.

but in internet land nothing is anyone’s fault, everyone is a perpetual victim of forces of oppression beyond their control and that makes them ‘a good person.’ because apparently opinions are what matters.

and yeah i know that makes me a bitch and an asshole for holding that opinion.

this is why when your hobby/activity gets popular it goes from being cool people to being a bunch of assholes.

because assholes chase stuff for clout, they don’t do stuff because they actually enjoy it.

what the fuck is ‘energy’.

i will never understand these new age bullshit terms.

unless you are measuring someone else joule output. and if you are doing that you’re either a personal trainer or a creep.

it’s not acting superior, it’s being superior.

if you want to get faster at running, you have practice running, a lot.

that’s how everything in life is. if you want to improve something about yourself you have to practice that thing and learn it and gain skill and experience in it.

you can pretend that isn’t true all you want, fine, but all you are doing is harming yourself and ensuring your failure at life. you can also make up absurd arguments, like why ever bother running at all if you aren’t going to win a gold at the Olympics! which is PRECISELY the type of thinking every drugged out loser I ever known know makes.

nobody is working you to the bone who no change for advancement. that’s a choice you are making yourself.

nobody stopping you from quitting your job and playing games from 2005 50 hours a week…

that’s the scary part about being an adult.

yeah i’m delusional. i live in Boston where everyone chokes on their own dick about how progressive they are, meanwhile being racist and sexist as fuck in their daily interactions.

it’s well-known fact about this city. everyone has black lives matter signs on their lawns, but if a black man walks by their ring camera they call the cops. black lives only matter to folks here when they actually don’t see any black people…

and if you tell them it’s racist to call the cops on a black dude just minding his business… all the sudden you ‘lack empathy’ or something… always an excuse with rich white/asian people as to why they are the most oppressed by everything/everyone.

what is the point of sitting around feeling bad about problems over which you have no power or control? like, there is nothing you can do to change climate change as an individual. you can vote for green-energy pols, sure, but if they don’t win they can’t push it, and even if they do win, often they won’t/don’t push the agenda.

what you can do is contribute to your local community. join a garden, get some green, composts etc. but y’all here don’t see to think that’s ‘doing something’. but i’d rather be outside off my phone contributing to the world than sitting in my bedroom doomscrolling feeling sorry for myself.

feeling sad about things also is not make you a moral or superior person to those who don’t do that. that’s ultimately a self-defeating weird flex that justifies your inaction and solipsism. because apparently laying in bed feeling feelings is like, so pround and deep and truth… and growing some tomatoes and hanging out with people is so horrible and bad…

almost like you all have psy oped yourselves into depression by deciding doing things is bad and sitting around doing nothing is good.

My girlfriend liked watching me play Dark Souls though. She thought it was funny how angry I got went I lost my souls.

She was really into Dragon Age, because she wanted to make the characters have gay sex.

Different strokes. She was bad at handjobs though.

Get you a girl who appreciates the finely crafted atmo, and not that Cheesecake Factory shit.

dunno where you live but nobody driver cybertrucks is taking loans out on them where I live. They buy them in cash and they are all old dudes or young tech bros. there are two on my block, one guy has paisley flowers all over his.

yeah it was because I was reading a book about capitalism and not the communist manifesto.

it’s not a struggle. it’s life.

is traffic a struggle? Is having to diarrhea a struggle? no, it’s just shit you have to deal with.

dude, lucky you don’t live where i live because… they act like that in person where i live. and yeah nobody punches them. they encourage them for being ‘brave’. and if you be like ‘yeah maybe it’s not that bad’ they scream in your face.

where i live there really isn’t much of a barrier anymore between keyboard tantrums and real life ones… which is precisely why I don’t go out less and less. at least once a week I have to watch someone have a tantrum or be really nasty to someone else and it’s almost always the same types of comments and reactions as you see on the internet.

it’s incredibly cringe. and nobody pushes back because… other people agree with the shitty awful insane entitled crap people pull.

I used to have this… then the woke nutbags came along and decided all that mattered about you was your minor disagreements and you were a demonic evil person. I miss those days.

in real life. but i live in a ‘progressive’ city full of people who have very reactionary attitudes. 10 years ago nobody cared about these things, and now it’s like all they razor focus on and they are super presumptive of.

i literally went out to a place last night i used to hang out at with some friends… and the stereotypical woke person came up to me and told me I was ‘being problematic by taking up the corner’ or something, and I was like ‘yeah I’m trying to just do my thing here and not bother anyone’ and then they proceeded to tell me how i had to move because i was making them uncomfortable by doing my own thing and it bothered them. I rolled my eyes and they went away and I just decided to leave because it’s like… I get it you don’t want me to be here because I’m don’t look like you and it upsets you, even if I am literally just chilling and being nice. but since I take care of myself and am comfortable being quiet and chilling, i’m a ‘threat’ now.

and way too many of my old friends have become that person… the ‘concerned’ person who thinks me eating a tuna fish sandwich means I’m now a ‘bad person’. It’s like, why bother interacting with you at all ever? all they live for is being miserable and whiny and blaming other people for their feelings.

you’re not missing much.

whenever i go to a live show these days i’m like one of 5 people over the age of 30, and everyone else looks like a teenager.

I will miss Steam gift cards

so your female friends only date assholes? isn’t that the classic nice guy belief?

I’m a jerk paying 40% of my income to a mortgage :)