Ren/Argentinian/Cis boy/He-Him-His/30
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Welcome welcome!
I mostly post whatever thing I'm into at the moment.
Feel free to talk to me if you want (and also flirt
if she’s your girl then who am i? what year is it? why cant i remember anything…
ugh… my head…
well… no sense in waiting around. ive got to get out of this place. [stands up and you gain control of me] looks dangerous… i should try to find a weapon, just in case.
Huh, guy was trying to do a terror attack on the NFL office in the same building but got off on the wrong floor (or took the wrong elevator? unclear) as revenge for his concussion-induced brain disorder/injury.
Also worth noting that he died of suicide but didn’t shoot himself in the head, opting for the chest, because he wanted his brain to be studied. What a story.
He drove across the country to the office of the CEO of blackstone’s real estate division. That real estate firm owns an insane number of single family homes that they bought after the 2008 financial crisis and keep buying. They are directly responsible for rents being as high as they are. Media is intentionally misreporting this because of how much public support there was for Luigi. In reports she was referred to simply as a blackstone employee. Which is really egregious as she was in charge hoarding single family homes division of evil inc.
The entirety of (Western, at least) modern culture is built on the idea of having live-in full-time labor to keep up our houses and community expectations as to clothing, meals, and group activities. In the absence of slave labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), child labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), and obligatory spouse-forced labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), either the culture of the household needs to change to accommodate the capitalist/industrial norms of 5+ days away from the home during daylight hours or, like, we need to stop having 5+ days away from the home during daylight hours.
Because– it’s a hell of a thing when I look back on lockdown and miss how much love and attention I was able to give to my shitty apartment, okay?
And today, at home because of snow but still somehow “at work” because we learned nothing, apparently– I am realizing how much I exist as a ghost that haunts my own home. In the brief moments I appear, I move through rooms that once were loved and cared for, unchanged and dusty; I wander through a space that knows it once was someone’s everything, and now lies dormant, waiting for brief flashes of life; I see my own dishes left out, like evidence of a long-gone person that lived and loved and left, here and not-here, and I am wholly disconnected from the moment I created them– I just know that they are mine, and they are frozen in the moment that I left them, and that I feel a sad, unknown emptiness when I see them and must, again, just pass them by.
(I have always struggled to write ghost stories. I love haunted houses, but I don’t know how to find my way into telling stories about them.)
(This may be, I am starting to realize, for the same reason fish do not necessarily recognize that they live in water.)
YES
THIS
ABSOLUTELY
I hate having been laid off for the second gd time in five years but I love finally having time to work on my unfuck-our-habitat project.
they teach you the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated, but in a pinch you can apply the silver rule (be kinda selfish because you’ve earned it) or even the bronze rule (manipulate others purely for your benefit).
There’s also the stone rule: Just start hitting people.