#marihuana meme

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[synapsenstau]

[thesayingspages]

[momomowitch]

Ni modo

[sadspookyshorts]

Weed ain't legal until they sell it at costco

[solopasiones]

hay cabos sueltos en mi vida, y son claramente por el amor que me cuesta formar por mi familia… esto es netamente por el trato que recibo, q claro no me golpean en el piso, pero sí mental, sentimental y emocionalmente sí me deja en el piso llorando con un montón de cosas a la mitad dentro de mi mismo.

me duele mucho el hecho de que mis esperanzas realmente ya están muriendo y eso me hace demasiado daño.

me siento mal, un día es un día y no quiero volver a casa tan pronto como otros días. Dijo la jeanette alguna vez y ahora la entiendo.

temía mxo cuando xico el momento en que sea como los adolescentes y sienta un rechazo hacia mi familia, pero realmente trabajo por empatizar conmigo mismo.

voy a resaltar el punto, de que al ser una persona complaciente, realmente me cuestiono si yo estoy equivocado o poseído por algún espíritu de tentaciones como satanás. Realmente tengo que trabajar por sentir empatía de mi mismo, tengo que justificar a las demás personas por hacerme vivir cosas que no merezco.

me causa mucha gracia el meme que hace referencia a ser el villano de la película solo por ponerme a mi mismo en primer lugar, y es completamente verdad.

en mi pecho, en la parte de mi corazón, metafóricamente tengo una pequeña puerta de madera, que al abrirla se derrama un mar entero de emociones que callaron por mucho tiempo.

desde que abrí esta puerta en mi adolescencia la relación con mi familia ha ido en picada, es algo que me duele mucho y gracias a mi crecimiento personal ya puedo entender poco a poquito que son cosas que realmente no merezco vivir. (aunque a veces igual m culpe a mí mismo de cagarme la adolescencia)

hablando de esto, una vez estaba hablando con la canesa, y dije: sé que me cagué mi adolescencia al hablar, y me dijo algo muy simple, claro y que cualquier persona puede entender, pero yo como persona adoctrinada y sometida a estas manipulaciones emocionales no lo podía hacer. Literalmente solo dijo: tú no te la cagaste. haciendo referencia a que claramente todo lo que he vivido no ha sido netamente causado x mi, es porque hay alguien con autoridad que no quiere un cambio.

mi niño interior está tan herido, me gusta que con la marihuana pueda sentirse cómodo a expresarse y amo que últimamente ha sido harto con las chiquillas, ya que me abrazan lo suficiente con sus actitudes de validación que por tanto tiempo necesité.

estoy muy contento de poder ir abriendo mis ojitos y mover mis pies poco a poco, me queda harto x caminar, pero x lo menos no estoy solito. Amo la vida y a mi gatito romeo

soy feliz, pero aprendí a caminar con una gran pena interminable adentro

escribí de muchas cosas pero supongo q en eso se basa el tda 🦥

[randomcontentdude]

There is a few things I feel I should cover here: the first being how unbelievably hot gg blonde looked yesterday, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him. But apart from being super hot he also had red eyes, this could mean many things but I summed it up to three: he had just woken up from a nap, he had been crying or he had smoked weed. Let’s evaluate:

Restless: he had arrived late(he probably left his place 10 min after original arrival time but we arrive 20 min later than og arrival time so), meaning that maybe he fell asleep and woke up late, and that’s why his eyes were so red, this one’s the less likely because your eyes don’t stay red for so long.

Crying: given that he had been on a situation ship with someone, maybe something went down and had been crying on the way to the climbing gym. And that’s why he still had red eyes cause he was micro crying? Maybe he realised how I’m perfect for him yet he couldn��t be with me. Maybe it’s a mixture of both, he broke up whatever he had going on and realised I was a great shot. And there’s a fourth alternative I don’t like to think about because it’s upsetting to me which is maybe he was hooking up and got cum in his eyes, that would be very upsetting. He looked a bit down tho, he also looked extra upset after seeing someone wearing a MAGA cap. But maybe it was an excuse to show he was upset without raising suspicion. He looked sorta upset, for me this is the most likely(crying).

Weed: weed gives you red eyes and he is from a place well known for marihuana consumption + he lives near a place where you can get some. This is unlikely because he didn’t seemed impaired nor smelled like weed so.

Whatever the situation is I think it is still important to mention how unbearable is for me the idea of him being with other people, it breaks me. My friends were jokingly saying he probably turned me down cause he noticed I was looking for something serious and he’s just out and about as a foreigner. This made me really sad, I don’t want to think of him like that, I don’t want to think of him with other people, I just want him ti be with me.

Another thing I want to talk about is all the painfully odd coincidences. I had been finding mirror numbers when looking at the time for many weeks now and every time I looked at it my wish was “a blondie”. The day I first went and talked to him I had been to therapy and directly after to my plurinational friend’a house straight after to see her sister. The therapy detail is interesting because this means I was getting into the metro station from the complete opposite site, the entrance farther from my home, and there I was, looking down and writing a post when I saw a playing card in the floor, I instinctively ignored cause because why would I pick a card from the floor, but then I realised, it was an 11, playing card have their number twice, meaning it was an 11:11, just like the time showing in my phone every time I wished for a blondie. I picked it up, my mom says it’s not the number but the drawing, the 11 is a prince, in this card it’s a blonde prince in a white horse. That was the night I first talked to him and he asked for my number. The night he turned me down I looked at the time on the way home and it was 22:22. Today I saw both 11:11 and 22:22. He lives in the neighbourhood where I used to live when I first moved here. His got an uncle in the same foreign town where I have an aunt. He loves the same meme as me about the breed of my dog. He’s got a (presumed) iPhone 14 in black, I have an iPhone 14 in white. He wore a tank top the day I had tried on my tank top and decided I needed to buy more cause I liked how they looked. He’s got about the same climbing level as I do, im just better enough to be useful for him. We go to the same rave. Her favourite artist is also one of my top artist and he’s not a Taylor swift hater. I have no idea why or how but I just feel like everything sort of adds up into this delusion of mine, I feel we’re so similar too and that’s what intrigues me so much, we communicate in the same way of implying things and giving looks and I noticed a change in the way he behaved the first and second time we met, he doesn’t strike me as someone that acts that way just because, he seems to know exactly what he was doing and I don’t understand why he acted differently when I gave it to him. What’s all this coincidences? I feel like the universe is laughing at me and I feel tired about this.

[thecurioustale]

This really speaks to the trouble of reducing humanity to generations, and to the ultimate fallacy of doing so with any seriousness except in the broadest of demographic brushstrokes.

I always considered myself a Millennial until my early 30s, when I realized that I was actually on the border between generations. I have one foot in the Generation X generation and one foot in the Millennial generation. I had recognized my cultural affiliations with the latter very easily: the geekery, the ways of engaging with electronics and the Internet, the embrace of the zeitgeist memes of our day. But it was only through "negative space" that I eventually perceived by Gen X proclivities: mainly through ways in which I didn't conform to the Millennial experience.

Generation X is a pretty chill generation, all things considered. A complacent one, too. They didn't get decimated by a Vietnam War. They were also the last generation (in the US anyway) to have large numbers of latchkey kids (i.e. kids who were often home alone while both of their parents worked, with no extended family members to watch over them). These days, that's downright illegal in many places. (Which is ludicrous, but that's a topic for another day.) Gen X is also the last generation that didn't have the Internet (and now smartphones) as a key formative cultural touchstone. They are the last generation well-versed in the use of newspapers and library reference systems and telephone communication. A much more practical and pragmatic generation than the Millennials and all the other generations since, and arguably the last generation with any kind of hands-on grip of how the real world actually works: the last generation that could tune up a car before cars became too complicated to be tuned up by amateurs; the last generation that had to know how to navigate by maps and arrange to meet people in public without real-time electronic communication.

But, yeah, to your point, they were also the first generation to produce large numbers of these odious and insufferable dudebro podcasters. For them the rise of the Internet and of social media after it wasn't a formative thing but rather a midlife paradigm shift. The savvier ones made tons and tons and tons of money by exploiting these new technologies and anticipating human behavior. And X'ers are less ethically inhibited than their predecessors, because X'ers were at the forefront of cultural secularization (again, speaking at least for the United States). And they were the first generation to grow up under the Era of Disillusionment that we now live under: the immediate aftermath of the daring optimism and audacity of the 19th century and the first half of the 20th century. They were the last generation (in the West anyway) that had to grow up with purple air and flammable rivers—I still remember the purple air of Los Angeles in the 1980s!—and the first generation to be forced to confront the fact that the human population is now large enough that everything we do is some amount of unsustainable unless we put enormous amounts of money into mitigating our footprints.

I could go on but I think I might just be rambling at this point, so to put an underscore on my point: Generation X wasn't raised to believe in anything, except unironically in proud consumerism and arguably in the glitz of '80s living. And it's no surprise that Generation X produced some very unlikeable, manipulative people.

But, then again, every generation does.

what's worse is that is always so fake and disengenious because the second you talk about taking away their marihuana or telling them about how there are slurs that not appropiate to say, suddenly they become the most principled defenders of the inalienable human rights based on the self evident moral truth that they should be free to do whatever they fuck they want without any criticism.

I love this. Well said.

ill say, for as cringe as hey might sometimes be, i prefer a thousand billion hundred times comedians that come from spaces like mbmbam and dropout and critical rol and smosh than the putrid clique of the joe rogan podcast and similar places, if nothing else by sheer dint of the fact the first group comes across as simply better people.

and to go even further than that, these last few years have left me with a pretty strong dislike for the generation X in general. the type of guys who were in their twenties and thirties watching south park or avenue Q or george carlin and learned all the wrong lessons from them. they just seem to operate on thought terminating cliches like "im not racist! i hate everyone equally! hyuck hyuck!" or "the truth is always in the middle" or "when you think about it nothing really matters, we are just stupid monkeys in a tiny rock in the middle of space" and other stupid bits of "common wisdom". they are all so cynical, so brain rotted by nihilism, they seem to reject the idea that one should seriously worry about anything, that to care and act in accordance is to be a loser and a busybody and that you fell for some kind of grift. and they think that makes them sound enlightened. and of course you can never criticize them on any of it because their answer is "i dont know anything, man, im just an idiot saying whatever comes to my mind". i despise it with every fiber of my being. this embrace of stupidity and meaninglessness as a way to evade the responsability of actually thinking seriously about stuff, to take ideas seriously.

what's worse is that is always so fake and disengenious because the second you talk about taking away their marihuana or telling them about how there are slurs that not appropiate to say, suddenly they become the most principled defenders of the inalienable human rights based on the self evident moral truth that they should be free to do whatever they fuck they want without any criticism.

is sheer unexamined immaturity.

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Mea pasao

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