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It’d be really hard to do sarcasm in Toki Pona too as there are so few words that it just wouldn’t register unless there was a prior understanding of sarcastic intent between the people conversing.

Use a salicylic acid or other AHA infused serum or cream on your skin to combat the pimples.

Yeah, I’m probably not helping much. Blind optimism hurts a lot more when it lets you down though.

The higher we soar, the harder we fall.

All the knowledge and resources that have built this wonderous technological world we live in, are finite, and it would only take a few well placed/timed natural/man-made disasters to revert us permanantly back to the iron age (at best) within months.

(Seriously, a large solar flare alongside a highly contageous and deadly disease could not only wipe out all electronics but also the majority of the minds and bodies required to mine, trade, manufacture, build and operate them.)

And that’s without even acknowledging the looming catastrophic climate collapse and resource depletion coming for us this century. Without stable climates, arable land and fresh water, there is no life.

Enjoy the last of the abundance we have, but don’t be so optimistic as to be blind to it’s precariousness.

Europe isn’t safe from climate collapse and resource depletion. Or facism/authoritarianism. Or the effects of the upcoming ww3.

I’m trying to enjoy the last of the abundance of good things, and have been educating myself mercilessly on how bad things are likely to get.

When I have the spoons and relevant opportunity, I try to spread some of the knowledge I’ve accumulated too.

Good things wise, I’m mainly leaning into my hobbies and interests of perfume, food and gaming.

• so trying and collecting scents that comfort and interest me, eating and cooking with lots of fruits and vegetables that will be hard to come by once fresh water and arable land stop being so readily available, and recently I’ve also been collecting and playing all the pixel dungeon games.

Education and escaspism are two sides of the same coin imo.

imagine trying to run a panel of halogens that big

Is that what caused global warming? /s

So many ethincally British people wash dishes like that and it’s beyond disgusting.

Filling a tub with soapy water to dunk dirty plates and cups in and then sticking them straight onto a draining board, is literally just adding more yuck to your crockery for bacteria to grow on.

And these people would complain about wasting water and stuff not being clean when I washed things with soap and hot running water?!

Seriously, the stuff you eat off should not smell like rotting raw meat has been rubbed all over it, when it’s ‘clean’.

When I lived with housemates, those of use who weren’t ethnically from here could pretty reliably tell who was ethnically British just by opening their cupboard in the kitchen.

You’re going to get your dad to beat up my dad? For real? Ok, hang on, lemme find a pen ans give you my address. He’ll be mowing the lawn on Sunday afternoon, I’ll see you there! This is going to be great!

(This is a poorly paraphrased rendition of a Bill Hicks sketch, it’s stuck with me since I fist saw it as a kid tho as my parents were also assholes. My dad was built tho and would probably have killed anyone elses dad who was stupid enough to try anything, but the sketch made me laugh, so that’s something.)

Find a button up pajama shirt with a chest pocket, and sew a tennis ball (or something similar sized/shaped) into it. Can’t have sleep paralysis of you can’t sleep on your back.

So is psychosis.

Coupled with their recent micro-miniskirt post, I’m struggling not to believe this account isn’t some kind of altright tradwife training kink.

I totally misread the title of your post as ‘medication’ as opposed to ‘meditation’, apologies.

Stims as in fidgeting and fidget toys? Or stims as in amphetamine you bought on the black market?