Anyone want to cyber?
Anyone want to cyber?
I still do, but I used to, too.
Wobbly windows, rotating cube workspace switcher, and a flaming bonanza animation when a windows was closed.
The year was ~2003
I remember just giving up on life in second grade, refusing to participate or do anything because I was sad. Got tested a bunch after that and given pills that mad me a zombie.
There on out I was treated as a weird kid and that brought a different kind of sadness. Puberty added anger and suicidal ideation. The knowledge that I was fucked up, the world was fucked up, and my life wasn’t going to work out.
Years later here I am, living with the knowledge I was right and watching myself fail at life, finding no joy or peace in anything. Everything is an open sore. Wondering when I’ll get to a point where I rage quit.
I think most of the people I know are anxious or depressed, or both. Hut I don’t know of anyone close to me who is at my level.
Maybe because manh people think it’s useless and stupid and wish it would go away. Trusting a random bot to tell you the political leaning of an information source so you know whether to trust the information is peak stupidity, IMO.
Both, I think. Iirc the outside was a plastic shell that clipped to the metal toaster. It caught fire when the overfilled tortilla started dripping cheese onto the heating coil.
I don’t know if I was more upset about the fire, losing a toaster, or not having a succulent quesadilla dinner.
My partner did the same thing… with a quesadilla.
Fun fact, if you turn a toaster sideways you can use them to make quesadillas.
This works about 90% of the time.
Hmm. Your ideas are intriguing to me, and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.
Who’s out there not taking medicine for a headache or cramps? I’ll take two Advil liquigels at even the hint of a headache.
Me: what’s that mean?
Them: age sex and where you’re from ;)
Me: 13/m
Them: do you have a bush yet?
Me: A bush? What do you mean?
Literally my first interaction in a chat room.