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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
fellahimedia
deepspaceboytoy

Maybe you didn’t personally drop bombs on innocent Yemenis, but the guy whose plane you performed maintenance on did. Maybe you didn’t shoot that 14 year old Iraqi kid who got too close to wire, but the guy you provided medical care did. Maybe you didn’t sexually assault that woman in Okinawa, but the guy who ate in your mess hall did. The vast majority of military service roles are non-combat. Their only purpose is to enable the combatants who carry out the crimes of the American empire.

deerdroo
dragonsblowingoutbirthdaycandles

your life is not an optimization problem

dragonsblowingoutbirthdaycandles

as in you'll never achieve the perfect daily routine, sleep schedule, coping mechanisms, mannerisms, fashion sense etc. even after years and years of healing and improvement and self-discovery. you will never be so good at life that you manage to utilize every waking moment. its great to be productive and all but sometimes you'll suck ass. sometimes you'll take eight hours to be done with a twenty minute job. you'll prioritize the wrong thing. you'll sleep for 12 hrs just to avoid being awake. you'll relapse. and you'll relapse again. you'll forget to turn in the assignment. you'll order too little food. life is far too large and complex for you to even experience it completely, much less try to make sense of and control it. you can't. please give up on that and be at peace with the hours you lose. they are not separate from your life.

xiaq
xiaq

I was wrapping a thick rubber band around some carrots when the band suddenly snapped and hit me in the face.

I caught the remains as they fell and just sort of stood there stunned for a second because it hit me just under my eye and stung like a bitch.

Seeing this, B vaulted over the kitchen island, snatched what was left of the rubber band from my hand, threw it on the floor, and started violently stomping on it while shouting things like, "you bastard!" "how dare you hurt my wife," and (as he was then throwing it's corpse in the trashcan) "and don't ever come back!"

I was laughing so hard I completely forgot how much the welt on my face hurt, and by the time B then turned to me and started peppering my face with gentle kisses, I was past any need to be upset about it.