As for me:
Due to Christmas rapidly approaching my place earns increasing amounts of money.
It would be so easy to just snag a whole day of store income and forever vanish into another country.
Petting ducks at the park
Someone likes to live on the edge
Definitely don’t rob the store Mandy. Disappearing is much harder than it seems before you try it. It is getting hard to find and claim a birth certificate of someone plausible and reinvent yourself.
I’m one step away from concluding that if I can’t survive and am facing homelessness with my physical disability, I should consider that what it is, an act of war.
Dont worry, i wont
But as intrusive thoughts sometime do? getting kinda loud ya knowEdit: thank you for the consolation
I’ve been struggling with the opinion for many years now that blowing up oil infrastructure is not only morally sound, but not doing it is a moral failure.
I’m not the right kind of person to get out there and do it myself, but you aren’t going to catch me condemning someone who does.
buy a drone, it’s a fun hobby
Don’t say that on social media. If you’re gonna do that, just do it. Climate activists have done it before and it’s most certainly more effective than the majority of climate activism I see.
Honestly? The forever nap; I already tried once this year and shit hasn’t been looking up since then.
23 years ago I met a guy at work that was really cool. We became friends of a sort, in the way that a shy introvert considers friends. Every once in a while he’d invite me to hang out with his friends, which was always a good time. I’m not sure if he considered me a friend. I always felt like an outsider in those groups. But he was kind to me, and I love him. Eventually we both moved away from that area. I’m not good at keeping in touch, especially over long distances. For instance, my brother lives a couple of states away, I love him to death, and we talk maybe once a year.
So I’d call my friend every once in a while, and we’d catch up.
Eighteen years ago I lost my friend to depression. The details aren’t important. How he did it. Who found him. The 3 am phone call. But it was 18 years ago. It still hurts. You think you’ll always have someone, that they’re just a phone call away. That you’ll get to hear their weird take on that thing we’d always argue about. That you’ll get to hear his latest poem…
And you’ll always wonder if you could’ve done something to help them stay.
People don’t realize that they bring light to the world. That they’ll be missed. That there will be a hole in the world where they were. That they are loved more deeply and profoundly than they can know. The memory of them is a poor substitute for their presence.
Don’t go too soon. You will be missed.
Is it fair to latch the world onto people thinking like this? To chain them to suffering for years and years because any random person they interact with might be sad later?
It sucks that you feel pain from losing a friend, but does that pain outweigh the pain they were trying to escape from?
Crack all the glow sticks.
I bought a bunch of equipment for a bugout bag. I bought a dozen glow sticks. I now have eleven glow sticks.
I didn’t realize how badly I want to do this until you said (wrote) it.
I’d never do it, but… break all the stuff.
It only ever happens in these tiny stores with a bunch of ornaments and shit.
Shelves and shelves packed with knickknacks and other fragile whatnots where you risk toppling half the store if you turned around too fast…Killing myself 😇
Sometimes I just want to go back to bed, and never leave it again. No more going to work, no more grocery shopping, no more chores, just me laying in my bed cozy and warm.
I’ve been advised by my legal team to remain silent on this subject.
Shoutouts my boy Robin Hoodie, though.
- Maxing out my credit card
- Quitting my job and running away to another country
- Finding a rando to give my V-card to so I can see what all the fuss is about
- Ending it all
- Getting another cat
It might just be me, but I think getting another cat is a bit hard when you’ve ended it all
Are you saying there’s no cats in heaven? Or hell, I’m sure they’re there too
That’s not how intrusive thoughts work.
Expect it is
No it isn’t. You’re making it harder for people suffering from mental illness to understand their experience.
you must be fun at parties