Car! Car! Car! Car! Yes! Pleeeeease!!! Car!
Car! Car! Car! Car! Yes! Pleeeeease!!! Car!
I’m a dog and this article is seriously aggravating.
I used to immerse myself in the depths of the burning eye in the sky all the time as a kid. Stared for minutes on end. May have some permanent eye damage, but I also used to press fingers into my eyeballs at night to see the blobiverse, and gazed into the perfect red of my laser pointers. I was a dumb kid. Still am at 35. Though my hearing is perfect.
I once had a dream of becoming a Hollywood VFX artist. What a bullshit dream that was.
Big media companies are made up of people. Even the best journalists are prone to making mistakes. Sensationalist stories should always be read at an arms length. And even some respectable news organisations hire viral copywriters to generate ad-views. Don’t read that shit.
But do read news from real journalistic publishers with a professional principal editor. Don’t fall into the deep end conpiracy snuff trap.
This may not be sound advice, but I binge audiobooks a lot. An extra big lot in between hobbies. Pairs nicely with mindless productive activities, such as housekeeping.
Also get hobbies. Lot’s of them, so you can switch when/if you loose interest. Maybe write a poem about the daily grind and go from there? Really convey that hate. That usually ignites other impulses for me when all is shit. 💁♂️