“Psh! A tiny double sink?” I mutter to myself as I scroll through Redfin scrutinizing $3.3 million dollar homes I’ll never be able to afford.
It’s actually more therapeutic than you’d think.
“Psh! A tiny double sink?” I mutter to myself as I scroll through Redfin scrutinizing $3.3 million dollar homes I’ll never be able to afford.
It’s actually more therapeutic than you’d think.
Introduce yourself. Right on!
Hi #fediverse, I'm Seb. A #neurodiverse (#audhd), #cishet #genx dude in his mid-forties and living in Canada.
#80s kid
#90s teen
#00s young adult
#10s adult
#20s wtf
Forever lost and trying to find my way.
Current interests include: #philosophy #lactofermentation #kefir #drawing #reading #selfhosting #linux #foss #gardening #cycling #mentalhealth #dropouttv #kink #democracy #ukraine #palestine #existentialdread
Crap, where did I leave my existential dread?
2nd take
Waiting for the Water to Rise or The Woke Agenda
Some people aren’t people in some people’s eyes
If you’re not the right type you don’t count
It’s the woke agenda if you empathize
Waiting for the water to rise
Fuck all your feelings is what the chuds say
Caring just shows that you’re weak
If your colors not right or you’re not the right size
Waiting for the water to rise
Waiting for the water to rise
Up to our ankles then up to our thighs
It happens much faster than you realize
Waiting for the water to rise
When you don’t feel good in the body you’re in
When you don’t like the shape of your chin
If you like ladies or if you like guys
Waiting for the water to rise
If you’re not from around here, not safe where you’re from
Searching for a haven to live
And you look like a stranger in the townspeople’s eyes
Waiting for the water to rise
Waiting for the water to rise
Up to our ankles then up to our thighs
It happens much faster than you realize
Waiting for the water to rise
The monied elite don’t care if we live
Our opinion means nothing we have nothing to give
The water is coming you can’t ignore it
The water is coming don’t wait around for it
As the oceans get warmer and sea levels rise
And nobody cares when the animals die
The next plague is coming, it won’t be a surprise
Waiting for the water to rise
Waiting for the water to rise
Up to our ankles then over our eyes
It happens much faster than you realize
Waiting for the water to rise
Waiting for the water to rise
@jcrabapple Personally, I’m more unsettled when it touches 80 degrees in November. #ExistentialDread
Another Day
Today is Wednesday and it is my third consecutive day in the office. The traffic was bad. I want to go home. It’s not even 9:00am yet and I already want to go home. I am going to have a super busy, super stressful work day today. I just don’t feel up to it. Ugh.
As I walked in this morning the guy who sits next to me said good morning. I said good morning in return, but the thought that went through my head was something like good morning apart from the usual soul crushing existential dread. Another day, another walk through the shadow of the valley of emotional wreckage. You know how it is. Of course I exaggerate a little, and I also… ya know… edited my thoughts… like you do.
That lead to another thought. A lyric from a Triumph song. “Another day, another dollar, another pretty face. Another chance to lose yourself in this endless race.” That’s from the song Hold On from the album Just a Game. It’s a good record.
I think I am feeling gloomy for a physical reason. Let me tell you all about it.
When I was a high school brat I had a period where I dealt with some pretty bad acne. Not as bad as some of my classmates, but for a little window of time there it was bad. Bad enough that we asked a doctor about it. They put me on some Retin A (or whatever it was called) and it helped a little. Mostly, just getting through puberty is what resolved the issue. Fast forward to yesterday and I felt like something was in my eye. Weird. My right eye kept getting watery and that would blur my vision just a tiny bit. I thought maybe it was the start of a little conjunctivitis. Yippee for me. This morning I discovered the truth. It’s not pink eye or anything like that. It’s a pimple… on my lower eye lid. No, let me rephrase… it’s a great big muther of a zit and it’s on my lower eye lid. What the hell?
A zit on my eye that is big enough to cause my eye to water a little and I can just about almost see it. Again I ask, what the hell?
So if you’re wondering why I am in a weird funky mood today, that is probably it. Chalk it up to teenage acne coming back for another round of fun in my 50’s and punching me right in the freakin’ eye. Stupid zit. Stupid, stupid zit.
Reposting this shot of a California Bighorn Sheep taken near Pyramid Lake, for no particular reason other than PICK UP THE WINTER ISSUE OF NEVADA MAGAZINE, lol. I might not have placed this year, but I’m still 2 for 2 at getting printed in the annual state photo contest. Focusing on the positives to keep my mind centered today….it was good timing. #nevada #WildlifePhotography #stressposting #ExistentialDread #sweetsweetdistraction
How did Edvard Munch create his self-proclaimed “soul painting,” "The Scream?" Kelly Scanlon writes for Far Out magazine about the origin of the artwork, and its place in the symbolic art movement.
#Art #History #ArtHistory @histodons #Symbolism #ExistentialDread
Does anyone else like.. when you think about purchasing things suddenly feel like "But what if I don't live very long? This would be wasteful..." #existentialdread
Combating the Sunday scaries with a heroic dose of edibles, warm homemade cookies and some tunes
And some Alan Wake 2 sn…
Good night!
Sunday existential dread begins in 3, 2, 1…
It’s gone dark in my head so I’m trying to make myself laugh by watching The IT Crowd.
It’s the episode where they are in court and Moss is very nervous on stand because his mother previously sued him. He said to the judge: thank you, my love
It reminded me that someone at work ended our phone call yesterday with: love ya!
He wasn’t feeling well + likely didn’t realize it but I had a good chuckle after he hung up.
#TheRapture is one of those serendipitous finds that used to make #CableTV so satisfying for me.
The best thing (along with #FullBodyMassage) that I've seen #MimiRogers in, and also my introduction to #DavidDuchovny.
The post-80's #evangelical theme is, sadly, still timely. I don't know if the rest will hold up.
I do know that ending has stuck with me more than 30 years and is why #TheCriterionChannel has it in 90's #horror.
When the existential dread gets to feeling too much for me, this song helps a lot
Ask your doctor if Existential Dread is right for your insomnia
Ask your doctor if Existential Dread is right for you
While working in the office yesterday, I said something to my desk mate about the “existential dread of human existence” and a Senior VP walking by commented with enthusiasm, “Now you’re speaking my language!”
My folks mailed me a book titled #LifeBeginsAt40, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
#Turning40 #ExistentialDread #MidLifeCrisis #ElderMillennial #Xennial #Ugh #Oof
https://missingfield.bandcamp.com/track/teratology
This track is a cathartic walk through death. It's darkly meditative nature has positively impacted my spiritual health in the midst of overwhelming personal crisis. The track would not exist without collaboration from two of my dearest friends in The Missing Field.
Cherry on top: I got to work with Adrian Terrazez-Gonzalez (of The Mars Volta).