volunteer, support local, and play music

I do what I can when I can. Hopelessness hinders the change I can make

Invest in people.

Barring that: move to somewhere that is better for investing in people.

Doing better with only a focus on money, within a capitalist framework, will absolutely challenge your morals and ethics from time to time. Investing time in people, and community in general, has no such downside. Also, you’ll need both to ascend Maslow’s Hierarchy and be a well-rounded and healthy person around here. Succeeding in this area will also shift your viewpoint away from purely financial matters, or worse yet, basing your self-worth on your financial value to the market.

i cry a lot and smoke a lot of weed lol

It’s kind of like trying to cope with the reality of death

I try to maximize my time doing things I actually like doing. I don’t have control over the rest of the hell hole, but I can try to make my small part of it bearable. Even better if I can share the enjoyment with others so they can escape, if only for a while

I don’t want to overstate this, but some liberation can come from within.

Yeah, we all have to play their game, but internalizing the values our sick society places on us is optional. Make peace with the things you alone cannot immediately change. Resist in the small ways you are able, find joy where you can, and do what you can for the people you care about. Free your mind and your ass will follow.

Pretty easily.

I live my life and care about the people around me. I ignore things I can’t affect.

The sky is not falling. The ground is right here and things are generally OK for most people.

• To be or not to be
• But that’s not the question
• How to be me
• If I’m more than a profession
• Won’t leave me be
• If only to form a question
• While I try to want to be
• So I cope with the trope
• Choke on their smoke
• And pretend I learned their lesson
• Wait for a rift in the grift
• And not drift into depression
• Hard to try an ignore the lie
• So they can worship their myth
• To give their false confession

Just here trying to create an emotional and practical safe zone for myself, family, and my friends, and fuck the rest of 'em

So I went through a very dark place a few years back. Anxiety, depression and PTSD led me to the conclusion that “life is hard and always will be and that in the whole of human history we are all insignificant”.

But with the help of a great therapist (and some meds) I was able to append “so I might as well have fun”.

So I try to find joy wherever I can. So yes to doing things, fight my cynical side, make friends, dress weird, dance, party, be my (weird fun happy) self, allocate zero fucks to the haters and all to love to the people that matter.

I still fight the system where I can, but mostly by trying to make other’s lives happier. Let the billionaires be rich miserable assholes, we’re too busy dancing slutty to care.

Smoke a lot of weed

Reading history books for greater context. Shit always finds a new flavor of fucked, apparently.

And drinking a boatload.

I silently quit life. It’s not going well.

Drugs, lots and lots of tender loving illigeal drugs