Spent sunday at the park for some animal-centric event. It was mostly a bunch of fatties with their five dogs here and there, but saw a few livestock and other such wacky creatures. Had hoped for a bit more, but it was nice seeing my city buzzling with people for once. Granted, barely any at that. Really wish I lived somewhere near the sea. For some reason harbors always have a ton of events, especially during the summer. The ex-royal shipyard is next to an old fort that is used for music, but it's obviously ye oldies as an excuse for the pensioners to knock back wine.
Apparently we had a huge-ass europe-tier kite festival some time ago? I really need to start googling more events and throw them into my calendar, especially now that I'll hopefully get a motorbike. For some reason motorbikes are an easy focal point of shit around here. New restaurant? Invite some motorbikes to stand around and you're guaranteed visitors. Annual opening of some theme park? Motorbikes.
Cut ties with a group of friends this weekend after having a 'straw that broke the camel's back' moment where it became obvious I'd always be seen as an outsider to them.
My dad helped reboot his local motorbike club. Halfway up Sweden he had to take a break and realized nobody even noticed, so he just turned around. Sort of how we seem to act: Do all the work, take none of the credit, and yet still don't even get a ceremonial back-pat. I'm currently in the same boat: I send very niche memes, news and 'neat' to friends according to their interests and get -nothing- in return. Even the odd time I'm outside and see something that reminds me of them, just nothing. I can leave my phone in my locker at work and return to no notifications from all these terminally set-to-offline people who only show up to vent when I haven't spoken to them in 3 weeks.
I’ve dreamed of being creative, but I’ve scared myself shitless at the possibility of making terrible art.
I tell myself I don't have the urge to be creative yet working in a psych ward and seeing "normal" patients able to play Für Elise at age 19 or draw something worth paying for is mind numbing. How can these kids, raised during tablets and phones, still have the drive to work with their hands? I've coworkers who "just" knit cause they're old women but they're kinda sick at it. Something they've just done for themselves and not to be 'that knitta' on Discord.
Think how much of disgusting shit we see every day result from pornification of the society.
I've friends who casually share porn for the sake of it. It has been completely normalized to go "teehee look at this wacky AI" and it's fully animated rawdogging of their favorite character, and they too didn't seek it out; it probably just appeared on 4chan. I feel sick now that it has hit the mainstream and you see fucking borderline minors want to do OF. Amateur porn, two hairy people fucking on cam? Nah it's a 21 year old BRAT QUEEN who.. shakes slightly in her bedroom. Even as we drown in porn, it's barely porn. It's normalization of getting womb brand tattoos, doing ahegao and 'dancing' in way of slightly wiggling. Even twerking is an art form compared to this crap.
Boredom leads to overeating, masturbation, idle media consumption and degeneration. Idle hands are the tools of the devil, and that's why people pick up hobbies. Bored? Read. Bored? Guitar. Bored? Walk somewhere. I used to walk around and take pics of whatever pin on Maps were missing them, but you can only do that so many times.
I especially appreciate @Friend of Dorothy Parker assuring me I am in fact not a failure
if you want but it's probably the last time I give anyone who's openly a leftist the benefit of the doubt, when it comes to offering my friendship anyways. I normally keep my politics to myself, and I was willing to overlook they/them pronouns and other forms of faggotry because we shared similar tastes in games and media. But those types will turn on you the moment they sense you might be a threat to their izzat, real or imagined.
