nothing worse than being stuck around “my buddy” types… meets a fool once & spends the next 6 months calling him “my buddy” while repeating all his fake accomplishments “my buddy owns this” “my buddy did that” strange watching grown men build personalities out of another man’s “status” avoid

Consider the fact you have no responsibilities and have lots of cash Let’s say crypto rips face and pops so hard the entire world is cumming their pants Being on the sideline will hurt 100x more than getting rugged Cop a piece for the plot

Phones are drugs. Speed running devices for our own spiritual seppuku. My brain is constantly looking for ways to get a quick hit. The pull to check each social platform twice in quick succession is very strong. Not even to read the content, just to swipe through fast, open and close apps, and then put my phone somewhere in reach but out of sight. So strong in fact it's syphoning energy away from the tasks that I actually want to get done. My potential wasted. This is definitely withdrawal. Feels gross even talking about this. What do you mean you can't work without immediate proximity to a device? What do you mean you need a notification bell icon to feel something? Fighting the gremlin is rough right now. The withdrawal in the back of my mind, increasingly agitated by the "you're blocked" splash screen on any device I instinctively try to access content on. "But what if we need to access something? What if I want to post something?" Scratching at the insides of my skull to get a tiny indication of relief. Any angle possible to get another hit. What my drug-riddled mind doesn't realise though, is I can't unblock these sites anymore. There is no escape hatch. From midnight to 8:30pm every day they're locked. Truly nothing I can do. With no back doors, cheat codes or workarounds. Cold turkey is the only way I can break this pattern. And this is just day one of blocking social media until 8:30pm. I’m also exceptionally bored.

I wish I could post and not see anything else. No feed, no likes, no comments, just a black void. Zero distractions or feedback just a public note taker or creative engine where you can’t see the results. Does a platform like this exist?

she did it.

I cut out all of the Doomer end of the West discourse because I thought it was overblown. Went through the Atlanta airport and realized it was much, much worse.