The Ukraine-Russia & Israel-Palestine wars, and the likelyhood of China going after Taiwan before 2027, and the Koreas continually being a powder keg influenced by all of this. Between all that and me being 23 years old I sincerely think I might witness World War 3, it’s terrifying, yet it feels inevitable with our era of false 1st world peace built on a house of cards.
That’s not even mentioning the Republican Project 2025, as a trans person I might have to fight for my life.
To keep your sanity you just have to lower your expectations.
I, for example, am really stoked for the burrito I ordered. Fuck, it’s good to be alive.
I’m stoked about having learned how to repair PCs in my last 6 hour hyperfixation, and then actually fixing two PCs.
My parents once asked me why I didn’t have enough savings to buy a house yet.
I almost lost my shit.
The only people my age that I know who own their own house are also drug dealers.
Guess I should sell drugs if I want a house.
I had a legitimate talk about doing this with my girlfriend. As much as I hate how sketchy it is, it still just seems sooo tempting.
My method is hoping that I’m just old and western enough that I’ll be dead before the real bad shit hits me. I’m 35 though, so… let’s say there’s a smidge of optimism in there.
I can’t smoke cigarettes fast enough to keep up
That’s a bit dramatic
