You're not alone in this.

I recently realized that I have two paths I can follow right now:
Live with the pain of needing others, thus feeling so forsaken so often.
Or receding back into myself and losing all my emotions again, good and bad.
I feel dreadful, but I need to pick the first...

That would be quite nice.

The most interesting part would probably be the conspiracy theories on how they put a wild alligator up to eating a specific non- specified person.

I showed this and the replies to the singer and pianist of the nightclub I'm working at and they lost it.
I fear if someone requests that tonight (which is likely) the show will be over.

Well, seems like I just found my second career once I get tired of my current one.

After all: From the first slingshots to modern rockets: Who would we be as humanity if we didn't use our intellect to increase our yeeting-capabilities to beyond what we ever thought possible?

Hmmm... I see two ways to go about this endeavor:

1. The Jules Verne approach: Giant Gun. Very industrial, capitalist even. Very symbolic.

2. Giant trebuchet. Archaic, but definitely more fun. A spectacle. Also quite reusable and eco friendly. We could make it yearly and call it "The big Yeet".