prixmium: (akikai - stars kiss)
Since the Musk takeover of twitter, I haven't totally stopped going on the app to mindlessly scroll and rt art I happen to see. I specifically check on a couple of friends whose well-being seems to be frequently chronicled there, like it's my job to keep up with it somehow even though I don't think they feel the same obligation to seek out whatever socmed I'm using at the moment. However, twitter just... stopped working on Firefox one day, and I hadn't been making many original posts there for a while anyway.

And because I don't have a place that I can just casually drop a one line comment about something, forget about it, and half-hope for notifications to return and gratify my need for attention, I have just been staying quiet a lot more lately.

Outside my day job, the internet is the only place I really say anything ever. And yet, more and more, I'm just not saying anything.

A lot of my long-term, if long-distance friends have been this way online for the whole time or for a long time. For me, it's something of an adjustment. In the age of algorithmic feeds, I was very aware of this reality but still fell prey to it. I started using twitter in 2016, and at the time my set of mutuals were people I actually talked to and the feed didn't go out of its way to make people who aren't serving the content creation machine adequately or interacting often enough just disappear.

tumblr was never a good place to find new people either unless you had an interest-working-backward approach, which is also what I tend to do here.

Anyway, I guess I had reached a point quite some time ago where I no longer expected people to click the "like" button for "I'll answer one of these questions for every like I get!" Like, who cares about my answers enough to get me to the full number? No one. And why should I care? Either share the information or don't.

And knowing that no one was listening made me no longer want to answer them.

My job is the only time I really talk to anyone in a way that isn't a transaction about food.

I am really tired of being alone, really. But not keeping up the pretense that I have an audience to entertain is maybe something of a bittersweet relief. At least if I get interaction here, I know it was driven by some human decision and not pure happenstance.
prixmium: (good omens - competence)
I've had a bit of brain fog and interminable sleepiness for the past few days again. Not sure why.

I have been making an effort to walk, though building back up to 4 laps each day hasn't happened yet. (4 laps equates to about an hour of walking in this case.)

I got a few new bras that, in theory, fit me. I usually wear bralettes, so I am able to put up with a lot of leeway, but a lot of the bras I have are wearing out. I bought one on a lark at Target, but it was too small, so I actually measured myself and ordered some more of the same brand in the next size up. They arrived on Saturday.

I wish I could write a longer post about it, but maybe shorter is better.

In thinking about inspiration and how valid one considers even one's hobbies, I was thinking about how in addition to favoring immediacy rather than continuity, the Big 3 social media sites also discourage people from speaking things into reality by making them feel buried, useless, and contextless unless they "go viral."

On a journal, you don't expect things to "go viral," and you talk about them with the assumption that they are understood to be real by anyone who does bother to read them.

As much as I value "the internet" as a social platform, because it's all I've got and all I've had for years, I really hate modern socmed the more I think about it. I think a lot of 30-somethings or those nearing 30 are reaching our breaking points with it.

Speaking of not having an IRL social life, the other day I was acknowledged as a human with a name IRL. I had to take Charlie (dog) to the groomer, and on the way back home, I went to the grocery store at about 11am to buy some snacks and a salad to eat. I ran into this girl that shares my birthday and apparently half my social security number that I went to high school with. She recognized me and called me by name. She gave me a half-hug. I was wearing a mask. I don't think she was. I'm fully vaccinated, so I don't really mind, but it was a surprise.

Her third son was with her, and after she hugged me, he looked up at me above his little gaiter and said "Do you know my mommy?"

She explained that we went to high school together.

I wonder how many people that used to be my friends even remember me. Basically, I feel that even if they remembered me, most of them have too much going on in kids alone to really be my friend in a meaningful way again. Still, nice to know that my memory isn't one to find repulsive to at least a few of them. This random dude I had a creative writing class greeted me way back at the beginning of the pandemic at Walmart. Sad to say I knew who he was but couldn't remember his name for hours.

Last night, I had a dream that I was getting married but that it was to the boy I had a hopeless crush on when I was like 12 who has been openly gay since we were in middle school. I remember it struck me how odd it was, and I think he was like... trying to say he was into women now and I was like "So are you bi, or...?"

Very suspicious tbh, in the dream.

Felt bleh once my brain caught up to what was going on.

It sucks because all my romance/marriage related dreams that aren't related to a ship end up making me feel really icky. They're never pleasant. Bleeeh. I guess my brain is running out of fresh material for less than bleh dreams.

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