Is it more depressing than humans killing everything in sight including a whole damn planet with no control over their greed?

What would you say if there was a bug that is able to live almost anywhere on earth, destroying the nearby environment and making animals go extinct, poisoning the water, sky, soil, leaving trash that’s radioactive, poison filled or very hard to degrade, while killing each other for profit and doing imaginably dark and amoral things?

We kill insects for doing a lot less. Yet when it comes to us, we’re free to harm everything and everyone, and when someone says “we should destroy this species, they’re dangerous!” They’re therapy worthy.

I think what’s therapy worthy is not being aware of even a fraction of the dark shit that goes on in the world and being content because their bubble holds up just fine and that’s all that matters. Its delusion of grandeur experienced by a whole species. Anyone who says otherwise is ridiculed and treated like they’re ill. Isn’t that convenient

Its the same story that circulated a few weeks back

Glad to see someone say that and not be downvoted to oblivion

I don’t think this is an argument because this person is basically admitting that God is something that they created within their minds because they feel the need for something bigger than themselves. If you need to believe in a god to not fall apart mentally, and you can admit that, then you admit that God doesn’t really exist outside of your mind or needs. Comparing that abstract “need” to the physical needs doesn’t mean anything more than comparing apples and horses

It’s a tad private to tell here so I can send a DM if you’re ok with that?

Sorry for the late responses btw. I usually check here in the morning or noon and half of the time lemmy doesn’t load. Can’t wait to switch to Boost once it comes out

Thank you!

Yea it is still photography but I took a looong break. I got into tattooing and that took all my time so. After our recent and bitter breakup, I’m back to more forgiving mediums including photography. And I’m loving it tbh. Being able to make a mistake is a nice thing. So I draw stuff, do embroidery, sew formless weird clothes, and take photos from my house.

I can go with either of these but do tell me about the makeshift studio. I once attempted a makeshift darkroom. Did not go as planned. And the BBQ - you’re doing it outside right? Smoking stuff is my weak spot but I live in a flat so I can’t talk by experince but I’d smoke and BBQ the hell out of everything if I could.

Thanks! Is it possible to have a non-pressured space that is not a vacuum?

Holy shit. I was weird too. I still am. I feel like I’m pretending to be normal 24/7. I observe people’s behaviors in an environment, take an average and just go with that. The only time I am genuinely myself are the times when I’m heavily drunk. Which is tempting but knowing that’s how alcoholism begins I don’t do that either. Weirdly, when I’m not drunk and try to be myself, I offend people or get offended. Just put my foot in my mouth somehow.

Yeah, that realization helped a bit, when my friend was in a rut and I had to spend hours just to convince her to let me help, it dawned on me. I do this as well. I shouldn’t. It still feels really hard to accept help.

Thanks for the insightful response. I have a question and I don’t want to offend you. I talk to people online, and lurk autism subs, and I relate to so many things. Like you just said, I tend to read neutral expressions as negative. If that’s a symptom, then I have it, if not we’re awfully similar. I have never been the one to armchair diagnose myself over the internet but I don’t know what kind of conversation I should have with a healthcare professional. I don’t know if it’s ok to just go “hey, I suspect I am on the spectrum.” Were you diagnosed when you were an adult and how did the process go? Thanks in advance.

Me again. I’m in a similar boat, I understand when you say you need an engaging conversation with someone. If you’re okay with having this conversation online I would be up for it because satan knows I need one as well. That is of course if what I can offer meets what you consider as engaging conversation.

Social skills tend to decline unfortunately. The memory I told in this thread, that level of social skill is now so far away from me it feels like she’s a different person. In a sense she is, it happened abt 10 years ago, but you get it. My social skills suck ass right now. I can’t seem to talk to someone and get my point across without offending them or being offended myself. So a conversation might be a nice social skill honer for two people who kinda need it, about anything and everything. Doesn’t matter about what really. So if you’d like to… talk, to me, let me know.

You’re welcome!

When I was younger I’d take my camera and just walk the streets of the city alone. One day I saw police gathering around. Thinking that I could take some interesting shots at where they were headed, I followed them. After a while I realized there were another girl following them. We said hi and I asked her what she was doing. She said she saw the police and thought they were up to something, so she followed them. Lol.

The police, unlike usual, ended up not doing anything remotely interesting, so we headed to a tea house, spent about 3 hours talking. We talked about pretty much anything knowing that we would never see each other again. It was kinda weird but really liberating to talk to someone when you don’t really care what they think of you. We talked about life, universe, art, music, families, anything and everything. The weird thing is she was a lot like me. And I don’t meet a lot of people who are so similar to me. Even physically, she looked like a whiter version of me, and she dressed like how I would dress if I wasn’t broke. We had the same taste in music and all. I only had money for two cups of tea and busfare, so after our teas we said goodbye, parted and I never saw her again.

I didn’t ask for a contact number and she didn’t either. I knew, and she knew, the “charm” of these three hours depended on the fact that it was never to happen again. But I know that I knew her better than anyone in her life, just like she knew me. For three hours only.

Probably the most interesting conversation I will ever have

I’m actively trying to accept myself. I never did, and never really respected my own views & rules regarding life. I loved people more than I loved myself, so I let them walk over me & called it love. I can have standards and I don’t have to be around something that I don’t like. It sounds simple but it really isn’t easy to do for me.

Bullet for my Valentine/Trivium. I don’t know if they’re widely disliked but they’re too teenage-y for boomer metalheads, too metal for EDM/house/trance people, and too mainstream for experimental people so I’ve never got a positive response when I mentioned them. Might as well mentioned Pussycat Dolls.

Which I love.

I did send you a DM, check if you can see it?

Thank you!

If you live in a shitty ass country like mine you can’t even find netflix’s own shows on netflix. Same with Disney and amazon. So I cannot legally access like 50% of the shows I watch.

This is good shit

Thanks for your reply. Would you mind if I sent you a DM then?

No, I don’t have the power to do anything I want. So many of the things I wanna do are locked for me for life, physically or economically. I am, although temporarily, but not for a short time period, wheelchair bound. Can I do ballet next year if I’m able to stand up? Can I be an astronaut? No, I get fever if I stand around too much. So don’t say I can so anything without knowing that I literally cannot. Jesus.

I had a science book explaining bodily functions and all. They basically drew a bunch of tiny people operating the human body. Reproduction section was the same, which showed a male structure and female structure. I understood the mechanics but never really knew where this hole was in the body. That came in later.