the terminally onliners need the 300 character limit as much as a baby needs to be swaddled like a burrito

today I nearly considered buying a pair of split-toe shoes that would make my feet look like horse hooves. this thought made me fear myself more than I ever have, even in my darkest moments.

there’s something about buying shoes specifically that surpasses any other dopamine hit known to man

at the nail salon talking about consciousness, parallel universes, and extraterrestrial life with the girlies

ok but back to what definitely matters: the way psychiatry/ology has been historically weaponised to invalidate and discredit people, labelling them as delusional or paranoid to maintain social order

the human urge to name the nameless

did I stay up all night watching the congressional hearing? yes.

and now I can’t stop thinking about why I feel this need to know more. is it just my ego refusing to accept that some things might remain unknowable? is it my need for control? is it the inherent human curiosity?

I’ve been holding myself back from jumping into the UFO 🕳️ 🐇 for so long. all in the name of scientism™️

guess the rebrand to UAP made sense tho. funny how a name has the potential to shift the tone. not so funny that we’ll probably keep ignoring the topic once again by laughing at tinfoil hat jokes.

why are we still not talking about the aliens tho?

could it be the case that bluesky is filled with leftists and X-twitter with all the right-wingers? where will the debates take place? on threads? lol

my favourite thing about being one of the first from my social circles to join a social medium is that it feels as if I’m whispering/screaming inside an empty cave

he was a threads boy, she was a bluesky girl, can I make it any more obvious?

joining a new social medium is like arriving first at the function and folding napkins in different shapes until everyone else shows up

*cricket sounds joke*

hello, world