i must have looked like an aspie freak wandering around with my graze to the sky, headphones on, tapping the beat on faggy gloves. it felt nice, i recognized no one
okay wow looking at the public engagement on a trivial political issue (the cessation of the minting of the penny and its ramifications) has made me a doomer on public policy
sliding into dms implies a more immediate sexual tone and idrk about allat but in terms of just making a connection with an interesting person it’s pretty easy to just say whatever and if the other person is interested too there’s not very much pressure for perfection
giving weatherday another try and i still just don't think it's my thing. a few standouts here and there (green tea seaweed sea my beloved) but by and large it doesn't speak to me
in a similar way to 2nd wave emo having skramz and midwest emo poles, 5th wave emo has a more electronic/experimental pole and a more revival/traditional pole
i’ve not really ever been worried about being “fundamentally unloveable”, mostly because i didn’t have a stable enough identity to attribute immutable properties to
“what matters are not discussions but encounters.” but this can only mean that in a murky sphere of togetherness the moment of friction between competing thoughts, the notion that the various forms of reason work away at one another, is cut off.
i used to be off-put of trying to articulate an understanding beyond my ability but i came to recognize it was a contributor to my debility yknow? so i gotta do it to both push my boundaries and concretize my existing understanding, and sometimes that means punching above my weight class