It’s wild that linear perspective was invented.

Like, for a long time, this was a completely reasonable way to depict the world.

But if I think about my mental model of what I’m seeing at this moment, it’s automatically in linear perspective. It doesn’t feel like I even need to try, it just is that way.

It makes me wonder what other concepts are shaping (or could shape) my perception in such comprehensive and indelible ways.

Kinda random but for anyone who needs to hear it… rest is revolutionary. Capitalism feeds on people being “productive” (i.e. producing capital), so take that rest day. Fuck whatever corporation you work for, use your sick days. Be a person, not a worker.

My reply is almost always: life isn’t a fairy tale. Some of us will remain single having never found/taken the opportunity to meet someone who wants to be with us because all life is without intrinsic meaning or purpose.

We may create our own meaning or purpose, but there is no part of life that is written in stone that simply “will be because it is ordained.”

I know who I am, an extremely “acquired taste,” who is often too cynical and very very much self loathing. Above all else though, and probably worst of all for my dating prospects, I never want to live with a dog lol

Needz moar kitties

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I’ve spent way more time being miserable in relationships or struggling with the aftermath of them than I was ever happy in one. I’m comfortable being single now.

I’m in that picture and I don’t like it, take it down come on now

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=dZXhJICSZdg

Hey, after all these years
I’m still here, fingers outstretched
With your imprint in my bed
A pit so big I lay on the edge
Will love let me down again?
Oh no, no, it won’t get in
I’m left wonderin’
If it’s written on my urn
That I’ll burn alone
Like a star

I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out for more time?

Hey me in twenty years
Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
Do you still hoard souvenirs
And make them mirrors
Of sentimental veneer?

I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I…

Hold out a little bit more?
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, just a little bit more (Hold out for more time)
A little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more

And I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity right by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride of mine

Is it laced within my DNA
To be braced in endless January?
Have I become the cavity I feared?
Ask me in twenty years

I had two relationships in a row conclude on Valentine’s Day¹ I decided I might just be too complicated and dysfunctional to be in a long term relationship and better get used to being single.

Then I ranted about my relationship experiences on OK Cupid and someone found me. My sweetheart and I have been together for 11 years.

¹ This is a phenomenon. While singles cry for loneliness and day-after chocolate binges, discontented lovers engage in introspection about why they’re not quite happy with Mr. Right-Now and how big the gulf is between him and Mr. Right. And once they realize they are dissatisfied with their current partner, breaking up is imminent.

Bed by Escher?