What gives you hope?
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I feel like I’ve already used up all of my good luck in life, and I’m deeply grateful for it. Little old me, born and raised in Vietnam, would never have dreamt of living a leisurely life abroad in the UK with an amazing husband, travelling often, being able to retire my parents early, and supporting them. I’ve already been lucky enough to experience so many wonderful things that anything else that comes my way feels like a bonus, and any hardships can’t take that away from me. That sense of satisfaction is what gives me hope.
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One day the news will come that I have outlived Trump.
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That there's a bunch of stuff I don't know and odds are that some of it is good.
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That, eventually, humans will destroy humanity for greed.
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One day the news will come that I have outlived Trump.
I think I'll gather the crew and celebrate his death day.
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I think I'll gather the crew and celebrate his death day.
Matter fact, might celebrate a few years early. Sing songs about how happy we are that he's dead.
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Declining fertility rates
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The past wasn't as great, and the future won't be as bad, as we think they are.
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Knowing that people are not evil. We're just animals who conform. It's too late for some to get better and be more empathetic but not everyone.
My uncle had to move states for work and he went from a MAGA tattoo trumper to a protester in the span of two years because he was isolated from his "friends" and met some fellas at work who took his ignorant ass in. Played pool in one of their garages every Wednesday and Friday with the rest of their friends. Found community. Doted on his coworkers trans daughter to the point where he pitched in a third for her first car. People are all the same but are easily tricked and will do anything to fit in. It gives me hope that love can spread too. Not just hate.
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Recently, not much
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Matter fact, might celebrate a few years early. Sing songs about how happy we are that he's dead.
Joy to the world, that Trump is dead.
We barbecued his heaad.
And the rest of the body, we flushed down the potty.
We found him in the sewer, all covered in manure.
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My family used to have a bird when I was growing up. A parrot that would bite everyone. Only if you let it bite you enough would it start to let you hold it, but even then it would randomly bite you. Made me never want a bird again.
But after my parents passed I moved into an apartment complex with our dogs. And when I woild walk the dogs I would pass by this bird that was always outside on someones second story patio. Not only always outside, but in a small cage, barely any toys, never covered, and kept underneath LED light straps that never got turned off. Plus, the patio was facing the only open field in the place so it had no nearby friends or cover from the wind.
I woukd walk by and whistle; eventually it leaned my whistles and would call them back. Figured it would give him some stimulation at least. And I knew it deserved a better life, but there was no way I would take it as ive had the previous bird and it didn't go well. But eventually winter came, and still the bird was outside, uncovered, and underneath the lights.
So I ended up writing a note and leaving it on their door asking to have the bird since it was one of the only things besides my dogs that brought me joy. And eventually they texted me saying I could come grab him.
Well, this bird is amazing. I was hoping he would maybe just chill on my shoulder from time to time, but he loves to hang out there. Plus I can rub his neck and he'll close his eyes in comfort. And I give him showers. And he loves chewing paper. He eats seeds I crack from my mouth. I bought him a backpack so he can come on walks with us or go to fairs and stuff like that
Not only is he a stable part of my family, but a few people i know have bought birds of thier own because they love him so much
All this to say, you really dont know what the future will bring. Even if you say you really dont want something, life may bring it to you in a way that makes you question why you were so scared to begin with.
But yeah. Here's Wilson in all his glory
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Knowing that people are not evil. We're just animals who conform. It's too late for some to get better and be more empathetic but not everyone.
My uncle had to move states for work and he went from a MAGA tattoo trumper to a protester in the span of two years because he was isolated from his "friends" and met some fellas at work who took his ignorant ass in. Played pool in one of their garages every Wednesday and Friday with the rest of their friends. Found community. Doted on his coworkers trans daughter to the point where he pitched in a third for her first car. People are all the same but are easily tricked and will do anything to fit in. It gives me hope that love can spread too. Not just hate.
This is fantastic.
Thanks for writing it.
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Declining fertility rates
Microplastics are stored in the balls
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My family used to have a bird when I was growing up. A parrot that would bite everyone. Only if you let it bite you enough would it start to let you hold it, but even then it would randomly bite you. Made me never want a bird again.
But after my parents passed I moved into an apartment complex with our dogs. And when I woild walk the dogs I would pass by this bird that was always outside on someones second story patio. Not only always outside, but in a small cage, barely any toys, never covered, and kept underneath LED light straps that never got turned off. Plus, the patio was facing the only open field in the place so it had no nearby friends or cover from the wind.
I woukd walk by and whistle; eventually it leaned my whistles and would call them back. Figured it would give him some stimulation at least. And I knew it deserved a better life, but there was no way I would take it as ive had the previous bird and it didn't go well. But eventually winter came, and still the bird was outside, uncovered, and underneath the lights.
So I ended up writing a note and leaving it on their door asking to have the bird since it was one of the only things besides my dogs that brought me joy. And eventually they texted me saying I could come grab him.
Well, this bird is amazing. I was hoping he would maybe just chill on my shoulder from time to time, but he loves to hang out there. Plus I can rub his neck and he'll close his eyes in comfort. And I give him showers. And he loves chewing paper. He eats seeds I crack from my mouth. I bought him a backpack so he can come on walks with us or go to fairs and stuff like that
Not only is he a stable part of my family, but a few people i know have bought birds of thier own because they love him so much
All this to say, you really dont know what the future will bring. Even if you say you really dont want something, life may bring it to you in a way that makes you question why you were so scared to begin with.
But yeah. Here's Wilson in all his glory
Beautiful little bird. How long does this type of bird live?
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Beautiful little bird. How long does this type of bird live?
wrote last edited by [email protected]Thanks! Ill tell him you said that then kiss him on the head for ya.
Only like 12 years or so from what I've heard though. Worst part is I dont even know how old he is. Technically I dont even know if its a him but I haven't found any eggs yet haha.
The people I saved him from opened their door and handed me the cage and a bit of food. Couldn't even get his former name so I renamed him unless by slim chance they also called him Wilson haha
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Joy to the world, that Trump is dead.
We barbecued his heaad.
And the rest of the body, we flushed down the potty.
We found him in the sewer, all covered in manure.
And that was the end of that fat orange bellend.Everybody now!
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Knowing that people are not evil. We're just animals who conform. It's too late for some to get better and be more empathetic but not everyone.
My uncle had to move states for work and he went from a MAGA tattoo trumper to a protester in the span of two years because he was isolated from his "friends" and met some fellas at work who took his ignorant ass in. Played pool in one of their garages every Wednesday and Friday with the rest of their friends. Found community. Doted on his coworkers trans daughter to the point where he pitched in a third for her first car. People are all the same but are easily tricked and will do anything to fit in. It gives me hope that love can spread too. Not just hate.
Yeah but why are some people doing the maga thing to fit in whereas others see no need to? If it's all conformation pressure then surely it will go the other way and we'll all be trumpers soon enough.
This is what troubles me. More abstractly - Why am I x and others y. I think things would be more good if more people did x, but I cannot discern any particular surefire reason(s) or principle that makes someone x instead of y. To me I can never imagine being y, it is incomprehensible. Some people randomly stop being y and start being x and vice versa, but there's never a principle(s) that emerges that could be used as a basis of a theory, it seems chaotic, and it defies understanding. Are y misinformed? Doesn't seem like it. Are y just evil? Are x just fundamentally better, smarter, more moral than y?
Well then that's no good because that would mean people really aren't all the same, and anyway such thoughts are unbefitting a systemic humanist view of being able to alter the world unto better outcomes that people will go along with if it's made to be in their interest, like reducing poverty to reduce crime, and anyway that seems to hold true in data so it can't be. Can we all be nietzchean "over"men?
And so I continue to think.
