nah son, i ain’t got no snapchat. I’m old-fashioned. just fax it to me. fax me the nudes.
I love how the whole “babies from bone marrow” thing is making people go “this makes men unnecessary” and men are getting so upset
it’s really fucking annoying to be deemed unnecessary and reduced to something like whether or not you can procreate
Well, since I have pretty much fallen off the face of the tumblr planet, I don’t think anyone will give a shit, but I need to talk a few things out.
If someone tells you they are unhappy, and your response is “But you should be happy, you have a job, and aren’t homeless, and you have this and that and blah blah blah” you should know that clearly whatever you just said aren’t the things that define that persons happiness. I mean, what’s the point of telling someone they should be happy when they just said they weren’t? Do you think it’s a switch that can be flipped? They know they should be, but they aren’t and can’t figure out why (other than that job I should be happy about having is a pretty big source of misery because of the pain it causes in my arthritic hip) or what to do about it. Because I don’t feel like I have a choice. I can’t just stop doing what it is that’s making me unhappy, it will leave me homeless and jobless. I’m stuck. I’m too afraid to pick up and leave it all and hurt people I care about. I don’t know how to take risks, and worry incessantly about pissing people off for doing what I want or need to do. I can’t even pick up the phone to talk to my friends about things because I’m afraid I’ll inconvenience them. All I know how to do is put on every Muppets song that ever existed and try to hold on.
I know that it could be worse. I know this. But I haven’t been able to shake this nagging feeling of hopelessness for a long time now and I just needed to talk it out a bit. I’ll leave you be now, tumblr.