“People Are Inherently Terrible” No!!! Have You Ever Seen A Child Wait For Their Friend While They

“Fatherless behavior” stop giving my DAD credit for all the work my MOM put into making me a terrible person!! Stop erasing women in history!!

MORRISSSSSSSS MY BOY I LOVE YOU

While musing on that post about Minecraft and the constant presence of portals and themes of escape, I found that I had come to an entirely different conclusion from the same information.

When I picture those unknown, long-gone ancient inhabitants of the Minecraft world that the game implies to have once populated the overworld, I don't get a sense of fear and the need to escape. Mostly, I get a sense of hunger and hubris.

Think about it. As the player, why do you build portals? Why do you go through them? Why do you burrow to the bottom of the world? Is it to get away from the creatures of the overworld, when the monsters and dangers you encounter once you leave that grassy surface are far worse? No. Every time you dig deeper into the universe, it becomes more dangerous. When you make that step, you make it from a need and longing to know what lies beyond. Assuming that those ancient people were beings like the player, why would they have been any different?

Why else would you plunge into fire or into void, if not to find what lies on the other side at any cost?

And yet, the dangers that the ancients found on the other side of every door they built were likely their undoing: netherrack and lava creep like a fungus out from the ruined remains of nether portals. Those who traveled to the End never came back to tell the tale, judging from the lack of loot and the cobwebs in the stronghold. And the Deep Dark..... Is that unknown portal in those ruined cities really an escape route from the skulk and the Warden, or yet another door greedily opened to a new plane, accidentally freeing new horrors that leech out and consume? Like the dwarves of Moria, did they delve too greedily and too deep?

As the player, if you could open that portal too, would it be to escape the Warden? Or would you brave the dark in spite of the Warden, just for the chance to see what lies beyond?

What calls to you? Is it fear of the world above, or is it the siren song of the abyss, drawing you ever deeper?

I think the game speaks for itself, after all:

every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up

I know reading posts that say stuff like "love yourself" isn't going to magically make you happy

I've told people online to love themselves probably hundreds of times at this point, and most of the time when I was posting that stuff, I didn't love myself, not even a little bit

but for whatever reason I kept on living, and somehow by living long enough I managed to find out how to love myself. it was not easy, and unfortunately there is no single solution for finding out how to love yourself if you haven't already

the only thing I can say is that the only way to find it is to give it time, keep on living with the desire to one day actually care about living, and eventually it will come to you, even if you really really don't think it will

and it's definitely worth it

'People are panicking about AI tools the same way they did when the calculator was invented, stop worrying' cannot stress enough the calculator did not forcibly pervade every aspect of our lives, has such a low error rate it's a statistical anomaly when it does happen, isn't built on mass plagiarism, and does not obliterate the fucking environment when you use it. Be so fucking serious right now

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As we near the end of aromantic awareness week, I offer up my spicy takes as your friendly neighborhood aroace:

Romantic attraction is one of the many beautiful experiences you can have as a human but it’s just that— an experience. Not an end goal or a threshold. Lived experiences are not universal because we have the wonderful privilege of living on a planet full of different kinds of people.

Tbh romantic relationships look fun when done right. But you know what else is fun? Eating a really good muffin. Reading a story that blows your brains apart. Telling your friends a deez nuts joke and hearing them collectively groan. All rich moments of joy are meant to be cherished. 

Sing it with me: platonic relationships are not lesser, weaker, or cheaper than romantic ones. I hope everyone reading this gets to someday experience a friendship so stalwart and loving that it anchors you through the worst and best of your life. I hope everyone reading this will have someone in their life who cherishes how beautiful they are to their core, regardless of mutual attraction or the obligations of courtship rituals. 

Sex jokes made by the aro and ace communities are superior.

If you’ve ever identified with aromanticism, then hats off to you fellow traveler. You are seen, you are respected, and you are loved. Have a nice end to your week y’all.

additionally i think a lot of us remain helplessly dependent on self flagellation and punishment believing it to be discipline/self control because we are not taught to believe that care and deliberate healing and patience and attention are disciplines themselves