the problem with living with other people is that when you come home there are people in your house
i always get annoyed when i’m a beginner at something and i ask someone for help and they need a super long explanation of what i’m doing because just answer the question???? but the more i’m the one people ask the more i realize that knowledge about something does not mean automatically knowing the answer, but rather knowing which questions to ask to find out what the real question is
job ads with the line «women are encouraged to apply» has the opposite effect on me because what that tells me is that if i get the job i’d be the only woman there. why would i want that
having now seen all of Lost (2004), my judgement is overall positive. the first seasons were a blast!!! so exciting!!! i was on the Edge of my seat!!! then they travelled back in time and set off a hydrogen bomb and i will admit that i lost the plot somewhat. but i think it tied together in the end in a moving way. generally i think there was too much focus on the jack/kate/sawyer mess which got old pretty fast, and i think they could have delved deeper into sayid!!! but on the whole it was a Good Time
someone in a group chat invited everyone out for drinks and my message saying i’d be there was the only one that didn’t get a reaction from anyone and it’s monday and i feel useless at work and am tired from the weekend so it made me absolutely devastated and i’m now at an emotional low
went to the gym and did squats with a heavier load than i’ve ever done so i feel a bit better now
someone in a group chat invited everyone out for drinks and my message saying i’d be there was the only one that didn’t get a reaction from anyone and it’s monday and i feel useless at work and am tired from the weekend so it made me absolutely devastated and i’m now at an emotional low
i woke up one afternoon to discover my body was transformed into that of a pig. though it was shocking, my family loved me despite this, and fed me lots of yummy slop. I lost pieces of my humanity with every day that passed, and I began to lose my sense of shame as well. This resulted in me often shitting where I stood, and blatantly going into erstrus when the time came. My parents, still believing me to be a real person, and not swine, were disgusted, and ashamed, and scolded me any time I “misbehaved”. Until the day came along, one day, when my mother looked deep into my eyes and could not find a single trace of the human soul within them. I saw her turn around to the other room and heard her sobbing, though it elicited no response from me. Heartbroken, she had a conference with the rest of my family, and they decided to spare themselves the pain of having to look at me, and sell me to the Farmer as a meat pig. I went with him peacefully, aware of my fate, but not caring. The farmer did not know that I used to be human, so after I became fit to slaughter, maybe even substantially larger beyond that, he did so without ceremony. I was butchered as part of a special order, with my entire carcass shaved and washed, organs washed and placed back within, and sold to one man, who paid a hefty price. He brought me to his house after a long time spent in a, somewhat dingy ice chest in the back of his pickup truck, dragged inside, and cooked me in a large oven. My meat looked tender on the inside, yet was perfectly browned and crisp on the outside. Potatos and other starchy vegetables were cooked in the same pan, with a good amount of butter, as my body, the fat that was rendered and dripped off of me treating them well. When I was done cooking, instead of dressing me up, and putting me on a table, he put me and the cooking dish on the floor. This made me curious. I figured that he would be eating me, or a group of people, but thinking back on it, I heard no other humans than him this whole time, nor any footsteps. He whistled and called, and after some time an extremely large pig slowly slid itself along the floor into view. When it reached me, it didnt hesitate to begin eating as fast as it could. The man looked on. After about 15 minutes, the other pig had eaten all of me, even my bones, the vegetables, and drank all the remaining fluids from the pan, and my conscious had reawoken inside of its mind, all my memories intact, seeing things from its perspective, though I couldnt control its actions, and it’s inner thoughts weren’t aware of my presence. I felt my share of the pleasure that comes from eating ones own kind, and the pig sluggishly both in speed and manner made its way back to its pen, and fell asleep. I did too
