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Purchased Sonic Frontiers while it was 70% off on Steam.

I DO NOT LIKE THE VOICE ACTOR AND NOW KNOW EXACTLY THE RAGE CHRIS CHAN FELT WHEN SONIC'S ARMS WERE THE WRONG COLOUR! :medallion:
 
For quite some time I've had a low to medium grade irritation with many things and people. I don't have any financial or health issues or anything else that's really worth complaining about so it all feels kind of stupid, but there isn't a day that goes by where I don't hold myself back from snapping at someone.
 
I woke up from a very good nights sleep after a week of a fucked up sleep schedule. I feel normal again.
 
AnOminous said:
Awesome! It gets a lot better after that initial stage. Because smoking paralyzes your cilia which are the little filaments in your lungs that chase out phlegm. The coughing in the initial stopping smoking stage sucks. That's probably why the gum is so good, because you separate the physical stage where you're hacking your lungs out worse than when you were even smoking from the psychological stage where you're still hooked on nicotine.

The only thing that still happens is I still sometimes dream of smoking. But it doesn't make me want to smoke. I'm more disgusted that I had a dream about smoking. I'm 20+ years on.
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This shit is a fucking nightmare.
 

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Core Theorist said:
Look, I know it can be a little difficult to grasp but it's a known theory: ACAB, or 'all cats are beautiful'.

I'll walk you through the steps.
1. My cat is a cat (I just confirmed it: he's still a cat)
2. Cats are beautiful (because ACAB)
3. My cat is a cat, and is thus beautiful. Q.E.D.
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Post a picture, dork.
 
I walked by a clearing in the woods by my home, and I had a feeling of almost sad nostalgia. Had kind of an internal monologue about it.

When you're like 10-14 years old, you'd explore those kinds of places with your friends without a care in the world and have only a vague idea of possible dangers. You'd still have a good time though, and nobody would get hurt. My childhood best friend and I and his little sister would go around those kinds of places when we were all kids. As you get older, people will grow apart or have a falling out, or you'd split when you start to see the world one day while someone sees it another. Even if someone comes from a one parent home or a broken home, there is still that feeling of innocence and whimsy. Ten years later, there might be another group of kids exploring that clearing before the city builds a house over it.

Years later, as a jaded adult, you'll pass by these sorts of places and locales from your youth and have kind of a sad nostalgic feeling. All of those people have gone their separate ways, including you. You'll probably never see most of them ever again - people move out of state for school or work, or you'll just get a like on a Facebook post every now and then. But you can never go back to that time pre-"jaded adult" when it was just, as I described, the innocent whimsy of childhood. Makes me wish I had more friends growing up instead of just sitting in front of a screen most of my youth, but I can't go back. Those days are over. I feel nostalgia and sad at the same time, considering what happened to some people I knew a lifetime ago now.
 
I finished something. Of course as usual it was a pain in the ass. Setting up my wifi stealing at my storage unit. New access points finally arrived. Go to set them up. Have to make an outdoor cable with goo filled outdoor wire. By the time I finished and was ready to install it outside the sky had opened up and the wind was gusting. At least I wasn't going too high up the ladder. Then got the inside stuff done and finally cleaned up my mess and brought the tools and spare parts home.

Tomorrow I think I really need to make a big pile for junk recycling, seeing as I have too much junk
 
Many of my coworkers insist on being friends and not just coworkers. That's fine. They can do what they want. But of course it's also entertaining to watch them have falling outs which makes work tense and uncomfortable for them. It makes me glad I'm an autist that keeps to myself and focuses on my job.
 
Candlelight Desolation said:
When you're like 10-14 years old, you'd explore those kinds of places with your friends without a care in the world and have only a vague idea of possible dangers. You'd still have a good time though, and nobody would get hurt. My childhood best friend and I and his little sister would go around those kinds of places when we were all kids. As you get older, people will grow apart or have a falling out, or you'd split when you start to see the world one day while someone sees it another. Even if someone comes from a one parent home or a broken home, there is still that feeling of innocence and whimsy. Ten years later, there might be another group of kids exploring that clearing before the city builds a house over it.

Years later, as a jaded adult, you'll pass by these sorts of places and locales from your youth and have kind of a sad nostalgic feeling. All of those people have gone their separate ways, including you. You'll probably never see most of them ever again - people move out of state for school or work, or you'll just get a like on a Facebook post every now and then. But you can never go back to that time pre-"jaded adult" when it was just, as I described, the innocent whimsy of childhood. Makes me wish I had more friends growing up instead of just sitting in front of a screen most of my youth, but I can't go back. Those days are over. I feel nostalgia and sad at the same time, considering what happened to some people I knew a lifetime ago now.
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I love this post so much. It's a feeling I have more and more lately. I can also attest to the remorse of not participating in life more when I was younger and taking for granted the good that was around me even though obviously it would be impossible for my younger self to have that reminder.
I was listening to some Top 40 music recently from around the 2008 economic crash and remembering constantly shitting on that overly joyous, ADD party music as a cynical contrarian faggot. But now I look back at it and am amazed the general culture was still able to keep it's head high during those times compared to the last recession we've had. I wish I enjoyed the stupid stuff when I was younger and made the most of it.
Considering that the original Greek meaning for nostalgia is "the pain from an old wound", it makes sense for it to be an almost painful process.
But you can still, at times, look at the world in that beautiful way you did as a kid. It won't be as consistent and as strong, but you can still enjoy the little marvels around you. And you can (if you want to or able to) have a child someday and give them the chance to experience that beauty and joy for the fleeting time they can. It's still possible to see those glimmers of happiness you felt as a child, even if they're somewhat different now.
 
I frequently feel wistful that the world I was born into no longer exists. The worldview that was imprinted on my emerging consciousness, the world I thought, as a child, would stay static and be waiting for me when I grew up is long gone. I still kinda want to be an adult in the 1980s version of the world I understood as a child.
I suspect that's half down to nostalgia and half because the 80/90s were objectively a better time.

Anyway, I got my dad into growing weed and he's basically Randy Marsh now.
 
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