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Cake day: July 18th, 2023

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  • Having done no research whatsoever and with nothing but hearsay to base this opinion on, I’d choose freezing to death. Burning to death sounds like constant agony because you’ll be on fire (that hurts) until something in your body gives in, you pass out and die. Freezing to death doesn’t sound pleasant either, but the way it’s depicted in films etc., you’ll be a shivering mess until your body suddenly feels very warm and you fall asleep. Being a shivering mess is probably less painful than being on fire, and the final moments might be slightly more pleasant, too.



  • I just wish I had some sort of idea of what I want to do. All I have is an idea of what I don’t want to do. I’ve had four jobs in different fields, and not one of them was something that I’d like to do in the long run. After six to nine months, I always get sick of them and want to quit, either because the jobs gets boring or because the employer is terrible. I guess I’ll just keep trying different things until something sticks.

    It’s good to hear that people older than me are still changing careers, to hear that it is not an uncommon thing people who fucked up do. Maybe I’ll eventually find “my” silly little job that’ll let me focus on the things I care about, either as part of my job (unlikely) or in my free time. That’d be nice.

    Thank you for your kind words <3






  • That’s a mood. I’m torn between finding a job that’s related to my degree, doing an apprenticeship in an unrelated field, and driving lorries (only locally, though). They all have their advantages, but also a bunch of drawbacks, and none is “perfect” for me, only endurable. And it’s not even the work itself that makes it difficult, it’s more of a systemic thing. Having a “purpose” (a job that actually helps your community, for example), feeling appreciated, and being able to live comfortably without having to sell every waking minute of your life are like that triangle of choice where you can only pick two, and quite often, you can only choose one.