
I mostly share/reshare/rebug stuff.
I share/reshare/rebug more art than I do here at @lukadjo-art-i-like
Giving up gets me nowhere and believing that nothing good is going to happen just makes me feel worse.
LOGICALLY, hope is the answer because why would I want to feel miserable all the time. Why wouldn't I want to try and find the good things about life?
It's not even about being happy where I am but finding joy in everyday life.
Sadness, cynicism, and hopelessness will just ultimately destroy you.
cohost has many redeeming features but I think the greatest relief comes from knowing that you can simply click 'like' on a cute drawing of someone's fursona with their hog out, without worrying about a statistical model somewhere deciding that a random subset of your followers need to have it shoved under their noses too
Me: okay my meaty timings tend to be a little early, so I should always aim for a little later than I think is correct
The anxious self: but if I'm aiming for later than I normally do, that becomes the new normal. what's stopping my timing getting later and later until it's too late?
The self-conscious self: the potential humiliation of looking like we just walked into a wakeup throw without a plan is too great. too early is better than too late
The self-critical self: close slash is active for six fucking frames why can't you land that window consistently what is your goddamn problem
The crass self: haha "meaty timing"
The comfort-seeking self: what if we just practiced blockstrings mindlessly for the rest of the morning
The self-analytical self: why is it so common it is to compartmentalise a casual train of thought as a series of conversations with the uncountable self? where did this come from? is consciousness truly just the consensus of a million ceaselessly infighting neural clusters? a thousand broiling clouds, merging and separating, sparking and arcing, yet all we ever hear is the thunderclap.
The subhuman self: fuck it, surprise run up throw