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I kinda love when the doctor takes a blood sample from me. I like to touch the warm silicone tube with my blood flowing in it. They never tell me off because I just do it real quick without asking. I like seeing my blood flow so quickly into the little vials. You’re welcome doc. I made it myself. Get back to me in a few days about the medicinal secrets you have extracted.
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sure there’s the old “withhold information from your internet posts to decrease your doxxability” but have you tried “sprinkling in information to your posts that come from an internetsona who does not live where you live”
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funniest thing about writing stuff is when someone goes “omg that’s Exactly how it is this is clearly spoken from intimate experience” and i’m like. “nah I just Pictured it real vividly”
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walking downtown, a biker gang all dressed up in colorful costumes roll slowly by, including but not limited to: the Cookie Monster, Jack Skellington, Kermit, and a chicken
My dad, confidently: those are furries
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me, constantly, at all hours, all venues, rain or shine, at work and at play, whilst terminally online and touching grass: murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot murderbot brain rot
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something on the tip of my brain about how Alarmed people often seem to get about the notion of being out in the backwoods, remote enough that help is not around the corner. they are especially boggled when I tell them I’ve gone alone. “What about bears? What about dangerous people? What if you’re injured?”
idk why I’m having trouble putting my finger on it but there’s … ok it’s like this
So obviously there are real risks and dangers. and Nature does not give a shit if you screw up and die. there are dangers outside of your control: animals, weather, etc, but these can be mitigated with preparation and knowing what the hell you’re doing. I’m not trying to downplay this.
but also people die every year in the shallows of backcountry, you don’t have to go to the depths. swept off Nevada Falls, heatstroke in the Grand Canyon, lost in White Sands.
and also people die in the hearts of development: hit by cars, shot by firearms, falls and workplace injuries.
I think there is some kind of… the dangers you are most familiar with are the ones that do not frighten you as much, because you have leaned to turn your mind away from them.
and I think some people are so used to their controlled environment that feels safe and secure in its familiarity, that the notion of a place that is less controlled and, moreover, different, is frightening.
my estimation of the matter is: I run the math of risks. If this activity is less dangerous than driving (which, if you run the math on that, driving is actually pretty darn dangerous), then surely I’m okay with taking that risk. (maybe the real takeaway is that I should not drive. but that’s where I’m pinning my risk tolerance, because apparently I’m a daredevil.)
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that twitter thread going around about how people hate going to the gym cuz lifting weights is boring and stupid and vanity-fueled is kinda funny to me cuz I legit had a conversation with my friend (who is a power lifter for fun (she is a competitive personality)) a while back and she was all “who knew that I would’ve liked P.E. in high school better if we had done a unit on weight lifting”
#cyborg lifeblogging#people like different things#tbh acting like a Thing is universally boring or stupid is.. hm..#ftr I also started lifting this year (cuz of this friend tbh) and boy I have found#that strength is not my strength#but I legit really love it and have fun w it#catch me at 6 am pulling the most meagre strict press you ever saw#& getting blasted with endorphins#also I recently managed to pick up my own bodyweight and it was very exciting
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*peels an inch-long strip of skin off my upper lip and holds it up to the sunlight*
i should probably stop doing this
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me doing my PT, taking a shower, doing my stretches, and telling my joints: oooooooh you’re sooooo supple you’re sooo limber and strong
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Passing a group on the hiking trail:
Woman 1: so did we pick a spot for lunch
Man 1: we could forage
Man 2: we could eat mushrooms
Man 1: we could eat slugs
Woman 1: nooooooooooo slugs are too cute
Man 1: we could just lick them
Woman 2: that just seems so hygenic, all these people licking the same slug
#cyborg lifeblogging#dear Abby how do I ask a quartet of middle aged hikers to be my BFFs forever#I wrote this down verbatim immediately so that I would not forget it
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This happens more frequently than I’d care to admit
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was on the rings at the gym and fucking around when I realized I could hang by my hands one on each ring, arms at my sides, head pointed down, legs pointed straight up in the air, body straight. felt at peace. in my natural habitat. standing upside down. Love dangling and balancing
#cyborg lifeblogging#I need to go do that again so bad it was so fun#maybe I missed my call as a gymnast#but I’ve got breakable bones and I’m too tall probably#only occurred to me after I got down that if I’d slipped I’d broken my fucking neck lmao
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*extracting the massive knot of hair and lint from the throat of the vacuum*
Me: there, can you breathe now?
Vacuum: *baleful glare as we both know full well that the hair was all mine and this will happen again in 10 minutes*
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backpacking two thousand miles solo in one go will do a lot of things to you (probably) but the most sobering thing that can happen is that you might realize that with the total freedom to set your own schedule, absent all the pressures of social expectations, job, etc….
deep down you are high key a morning person. you might find yourself waking up at 5am of your own accord. going to bed at 7, 8, 9pm. rising with the dawn and shit.
#cyborg lifeblogging#they don’t warn you about this#finding your own circadian rhythm I mean#things I find out: I am like a bird you put the blanket over the cage (nighttime)#I fall the fuck asleep#it is Fully artificial light that keeps me up lmaooooooo
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decided that my cismale trait is that I wholeheartedly believe that the skincare industry is a Scam and that, barring some kind of skin condition you should talk to a dermatologist about, you only really need water for cleaning your skin. soap to help if you’re very dirty/greasy or you work in food industry or something.
#cyborg lifeblogging#‘but what if my skin is so dry!!’ talk to a doctor imho there could be something Wrong
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just remembered that I once applied to work on an actual Tallship one time (did I have qualifications… no… what about it…) and then they didn’t get back to me so I was like well that was another CV down the drain, but then 2 months later they got back to me like “do you want the job” and I was like “uh… sorry I’m being paid to look at websites that sell crystals blessed by dolphins* now, that ship of hiring me has sailed, so to speak,”
and now I’m like. #girl what if I’d worked in the tallship instead. Anyways.
*it’s been Years now. this website is still up. that employer is out of business. dolphin blessings 4ever
#cyborg lifeblogging#my life does not construct any kind of coherent narrative#girl the state of my resume… rip#I’m being cool though
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