The media is paid to ignore it. And people are too numb to react. Everyone is desensitized to everything that would have enraged them had it been announced all of a sudden. It’s like that poison conditioning. Taking little amounts of poison each time, with apparently no effect. But it’s destroying us on the inside.

I swear, the drama with these two!

Biological warfare

I hopped mainly among a few. Then it was Debian for a long time. Then hopped again for no particular reason. My Mint kernel panicked once a few weeks ago, so I might hop again.

A few years ago, I was with a few friends when we saw a cat with similar color pattern as the cutie here. I said look how beautiful it is, and they looked at me weird. I had forgotten about that.

“Ironically,” it’s a picture I used as a profile pic on my real life accounts.

I shouldn’t even be around.

I don’t know which is worse: that there is no sense of self anymore, or that I have to put on masks to pretend there is.

I’m not. And I’m not sure if I should be. And I can’t go there anyway. I sometimes wish I could though.

Aw, I want dark magic.

I can’t relate to either. It is not very good. Not all on me though, I hope.

For a people who yell “family values,” they sure are into other people’s genitals.

I’m beginning to feel left out. Also, should I be worried that in my head I spoke to my hypothetical cat in the cases you described?

Yes.

Thanks to the internet, I can vicariously feel the joys (and pains and annoyances) of having pets.

One of my “friends” explicitly told me that they hated talking to me, and yet they kept doing it until I mangled the relationship. Or maybe it magled itself or was always.

That’s so much me that I’ve been questioning some things.

I’m not even a concept. To others, yes, unfortunately everyone is some sort of a concept. But to myself, I don’t even think I’m a concept.

Oh, let me have this, won’t ya

I don’t speak French but wouldn’t that basically be pronounced “wank”?

Or life, really, when you think about it