Yes it is. I tag on boost. I just found out one of the other ones can tag different colours.

If you see me around, I would be happy if you interact with me over and over (as long as you are nice).

Oh you’re totally right, thank you, I forgot where I was when I replied hahaha. Thanks for the recs though, I’ll have a look!

Don’t know what you enjoy but I’ve been working my way through Seanan McGuire’s Wayward Children series and find it to be a very nice escape. Fantasy novellas.

That’s fair enough. Today I can barely rent an apartment on a double income with a union job.

I certainly don’t.

Maybe not in the “developed” countries, but capitalism been fucking the rest of the world for a long while.

Also, are you forgetting the economic recession in 2008? That also wasn’t terribly fun. Millenials haven’t had a great go at this “good old days” either. Maybe when we were children, but it’s not like we were out buying houses then.

Also, 10 years ago was 2016, which is when all this awful really dove off a cliff for those in the “developed” world.

To be clear, the entire company also fucking sucks. Fuck Galen Weston.

Sea lions have ears. This is how to differentiate them from seals. And they are just as fucking cute. Thank you for coming to my west coast best coast ted talk.

Well they would make my throat close up, but I’ll keep it in mind for when the world gets inevitably worse.

I tag people for the same reason the other person mentioned but also, if you want to spread a bit of joy, tag someone who makes you smile or if someone seems down on themselves. Next time you see them in the wild, remind them they cheered you up or that they matter :)

Experiment for THWATER

Damn I must be antiwoke cause this is me at work most days. Except I don’t also have shit in my pants… Usually.

Like a very long setup to a very shitty punchline. We were very good friends when we started dating, hurt the hell out of each other for a year or so, broke up, got back together for another painful year or two, broke up, hooked up very briefly again a year or two later. I couldnt figure out why I didn’t want to sleep with him and we pretended this was a totally normal way to deal with things. The punchline was that I am asexual and didn’t figure it out until like 5 years later and a couple more failed relationships.

We were really good friends though. His grandmother called me on Christmas and my birthday for years after we broke up. She is lovely.

He is a good guy but we both needed a lot of therapy. Hope he is happier now.

Took them long enough

What I do if I am that old person who is tired and still not happy

Send help

It’s not that they really make it about themselves, they just validate my feelings by confirming they too have feelings about all of everything that is awful. It helps me feel better and less alone so it works for me. Different strokes and all.

Sometimes I’m not sure if we’re doing therapy sessions or dual worry sessions but you know what it’s probably fine

I feel you on a spiritual level