Ah, you're right, I see now, boiling down Marxist critique into "can't control emotions" and "only wants money" while celebrating the individualistic ramblings of a lead-poisoned imperial despot, is a much more rational outlook.
Systemic issues aren't real, you just gotta stop thinking bad thoughts and suddenly the crushing oppression that Aurelius was writing in defense of don't matter.
"Hmm, why would man sitting on the top of an inherently unjust system preach complacency with said system as a virtue? Must be because he's super rational and smart."
you, somehow still on that slave mentality in the 21st century.
No one voted for the wanker, but we still have to pay to keep him and his incestous kin in riches while our fellow countrymen starve in the street.
He wants pity, he should abandon this hereditary rule bullshit and take all those unelected peers up in parliament with him back to the medieval age where they belong.
Firstly, I finally got my degree. People in my immediate surroundings got tired of the confirmed bachelor jokes after the first week of me making them.
And secondly, after a year and a half of waiting I got to talk to a gender service doctor back in February. Now I'm well on the way to get the bureaucracy part of my transition out of the way. And I'll be getting my hormones soon.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then try to envision everything my body just did to take that breath.
The intercostal muscles expanding an' the diaphragm contracting to make a vacuum in the thoracic cavity.
The air rushing down my trachea, into my bronchus, then into the bronchioles.
The alveoli swelling individually as the air fills 'em.
My lungs filling the vacuum that the muscles created.
It's a lot of things to keep ahold of all at once, so there ain't the space in my mind to keep thinking of what annoyed me (until some daft bastard goes and does it again mind you).
"Poor economic choices" is building functioning railways that people use.
As opposed to the good economic choice of HS2 where you plan to build a London to Manchester rail in 12 years, and then proceed to spend 6 years building nothing before announcing your rail-line that doesn't exist is actually only going to go to Birmingham now.
No, I'm not envious of china being able to actually build railways while TERF island just plans to spend ~a decade imagining how cool it'd be if they hypothetically had a railway. /s
I operate on the assumption that the overwhelming majority of people are nice, though I've run into more than my fair share of strangers that are complete dickheads. It feels like I've run into way more people who treat me kindly than cruelly (but that just be my own biases affecting my recollection).
Problem is, interacting with other people is tiring and after a long day I just want to curl up and stop existing but people waiting for the bus want to chat and strangers stop me in the street to make small talk.
the cape sundew I keep on my windowsill. As someone with a lot of house plants, it has been a godsend for keeping flies and other pests out of the house.
my first aid kit. You never want to need one of these, but I've been glad to have it close to hand a fair few times
I don't know how you walked away from The Shape of Water with such a shallow reading, but eh, not everyone's taste in films is the same.
I have a great dislike for the sorts of horror films where horror is conveyed entirely by long drawn out tension into a jumpscare. It bores me and then I stop caring about what's going on in the film. The Woman in Black is one that immediately springs to my mind, ironically because of how bland I thought it was. It's what you'd get if you told chatGPT to write the script for a horror movie. Just a bloke stumbling 'round a house at night being scared by random shit punctuated by daytime exposition scenes. I know it was trying to trying to say something about grief but I just couldn't care enough about it after the spooky violin lead up to the protagonist being startled by a tap making a loud noise when he turned it on.
I developed tinnitus earlier this year, and now I'm never gonna be able to just sit somewhere quiet and far away from everyone else and be alone with my thoughts. This ringing will follow me everywhere, drowning out the distant sounds of cars disturbing puddles in distant streets on a rainy night, obscuring all the subtle little noises that danced on the edges of my perception. But most of all robbing me of any truly quiet moment for the rest of my life.
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Ah, you're right, I see now, boiling down Marxist critique into "can't control emotions" and "only wants money" while celebrating the individualistic ramblings of a lead-poisoned imperial despot, is a much more rational outlook.
Systemic issues aren't real, you just gotta stop thinking bad thoughts and suddenly the crushing oppression that Aurelius was writing in defense of don't matter.