Watch the anti plastic straw movement have been a comparative-trivialization by big-pollution. Give us shitty paper straws, and suddenly everybody wants plastic everything again.
Like a demented orobouros. I've found that many people project themselves upon the world, in order to explain it. As I've grown up, I've wanted to say that that has lessened, but it absolutely doesn't seem to have done anything but gotten clearer and more obvious. Maybe that, itself, is me projecting.
As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.
One time, my dad, fully serious, said to me that homosexuality didn't exist in nature outside of humans.
It was like finding out that you have a below average penis.
My stomach dropped in shame when I was so starkly faced with the mental faculties of one of my biological guardians I had been raised by. Was I staring at my limit?
What about those other kids, whose parents are educated and empathetic and who will ask real probing questions and can answer them? Will my facilities slow to a crawl soon, to keep pace with my genetic fate?
Are these fears so average that I should bow my head in the river, afraid to even express them, lest I be confronted by the entire history of humanity?
Maybe biological nature isn't everything, maybe fate isn't real and change is truly in our hands, ready to be molded, potentially even into chaos.
"Better stupid than dead", huh? It's staring right back at me, blankly, waiting for me.
All three pictures in the right column go higher by going down the page/list, even the examples, themselves. It's the exact same. Numerically (count) higher and down on the page.
Google, a decade late to the party.
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