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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

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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

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.

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.

😂

missingfield.bandcamp.com/trac

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).