I invented a gelato store called gelottery. You order by number but you don’t know which flavor is which number and it changes every week. You have to just risk it or go see what other people have posted on our social media.

I was DEEP in a K-Hole in my early 20s, laying in bed, floating through space, watching scenes from my past on tiles attached to a huge structure floating through space.

I realized that if I don’t like someone, I never have to see them again; I can just delete them from my life. If I don’t want to do things, I can just say no. If I don’t want to go somewhere, I can just… not. If I don’t like where I am, I can just leave any time.

It changed my life completely. I now only see awesome people and I stay home almost all the time with my partner and cats. I love it.

“Your past isn’t really your past, it’s just what you remember.” – Courtesy of some dank edibles.

I’d legitimately rather be a housecat.

That you can be at a city park, minding your own business while drinking a beer, and every now and then some totally sober Karen will come up all belligerent threatening to call the law, just because I’m drinking a beer.

For reference, the cops don’t care if people drink beer at our park, as long as nobody acts a fool and people clean up after themselves. Hell, even our city mayor will occasionally host events out here and he’ll drink a beer or three.

Pretty ironic that a sober person would be belligerent and threatening to a guy just sipping on a beer and not saying or doing anything except maybe browsing Lemmy or watching YouTube videos.

Like, how is it that me drinking a beer peacefully can cause random sober people to act a fool?