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book review #1

just finished reading little green men by christopher buckley and am gonna give some thoughts on the book!

the overall plot is not very complex: a rich talk show star is kidnapped by aliens, and everything in his life quickly goes south as he tries to figure out who really stands behind the alien conspiracy. this is a satirical story, and it is as funny as it is realistic. i can easily imagine a rich american ass doing everything that the protagonist did after the encounter with the inter-celestial life. however, sometimes it satired too close to the sun, and it was difficult to understand whether some descriptions of female characters meant to make fun of old incels or were genuine thoughts of the author. i believe in the death of the author, though, so i chose to giggle at them.

the first couple of chapters took me a while to finish, but i think i just had a bad brain time. after that reading little green men was easy, the story is well paced, and i finished it whole in just half a week.

this all got me thinking about aliens... do you think there are any? of course, i've watched enough astronomy documentaries to know that even if there is some kind of life anywhere else in the universe, the possibility that it's as developed as it is on our planet is very slim but... what if?... i wonder how i myself would react to meeting face to face with an alien... i would probably be so scared😅

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sometimes, when in the comfort of my home i remember about my fears i think im so ridiculous for them, how stupid is it to think that everyone is out there to get me?

but in the moment, when im out and about and have to have social interactions the fear's cold hands grip my insides so tightly and it is impossible to think rationally. it feels like i can be got every second...

and then even when there is nothing to scare me? i think my brain craves the familiar comfort of being afraid so it starts inventing new things to be anxious about. tell me, why does my own brain make me feel like someone is following me around? anxiety sucks for fuck's sake

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my boyrfiend says it's "good for your mental health" to write down my thoughts in some kind of diary (can you tell he goes to therapy?) but the only thought i have is "the oatmeal i ate today was so scrumptious" and tumblr is the only place i could think of that would host this kind of thoughts so ... here i am posting it hello