Communication is too fast nowadays. At the click of a button I can send people memes, message an ex, troll for sex on a hookup app, and so on. It's taken for granted that we can instantly message and reply to people, which means many people get annoyed when you don't immediately answer their texts or phone calls. Technology was supposed to make our life simpler, but it just made it more urgent.
Facebook has beaten me into submission
When I left university I deleted Facebook. I made a new one, to keep up with the 20 friends I actually wanted to stay in touch with, but I essentially severed ties with most of my uni acquaintances and the vast majority of people from school. Given how Facebook had inadvertantly forced me out of the closet many times, it was liberating to be anonymous, and even today I'm surprised how far-reaching the effects were.
Castles of disillusionment
I just felt a little frisson of joy. I was sitting at home alone, feeling sorry for myself, when I realised I could blog about my feelings. This is already taking on the role of full-time therapist for me, and at quite a reasonable price as well!
Algo mono en la biblioteca
Ayer encontré algo muy mono en la biblioteca de mi ciudad. En un expositor había filas de libros empapelados como regalos, todos con etiquetas que llevaban el género y una cita del libro en cuestión.
Yes, capitalism is exhausting us, but why?
Recently the old(ish) adage of "capitalism leaves us all too exhausted to pursue our hobbies" has been going around. I agree with it, because even though I'm able to keep up with most of my interests right now, I have to viciously eke out time. And then on the days where I am really ~productive~, I cap out at 7pm and don't have the energy to do anything worthwhile.
Creativity identity crisis
Among my game dev friends I have the reputation for being the one who reads a lot, and among my writer friends I'm pretty damn average. I look at other writers' bookshelves and feel underread, but amongst my indie game dev friends I am a Highe Intellectuelle.
A non-exhaustive list of terrible songs I’ve fixated on
This is a non-exhaustive list of songs that I know are objectively bad, but I listened to them so many times that they burrowed into my brain and wove themselves into the endlessly beltable fabric of my Meme Legendalia: my musical stim catalogue.
I hate emails
Like, duh, we all do. But most people seem capable of responding to theirs timely. I suck. I can put off responding to - or even reading - an email for months. I used to do it for years.
The confidence of the rich
There's a strange and morbid confidence that comes from going to private school. I taught another one of Those students today, and I found the way she talked to me so interesting. She was unfailingly confident in what she wanted, what she thought she could do, and in indulging me with many lurid details of school life unprompted. She derided the borders and the school in general, while also proudly speaking of things such as "The Crypt", the underground common room of the school, which she described as "dark but cozy". This is the kind of opinionated, anthropologistic self-entitlement that you simply don't find among most teenagers.
Quítame los dedos
Un poema sobre una ruptura
The Polyglot Lion 