canwolf
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Sweet chafing hippogriffs, it’s been a while since I wrote something. Or juggled. Or did anything really. Once I settled into a stable place to live, the aliens stopped sending synchronicities to me. Weird. It’s just more proof that my brain is an antenna picking up the signals from beyond this world, and the apocalypse really is tomorrow. Or maybe the CIA is done programming me. Or maybe I actually have mental problems. Who knows? I am the last person who has any clue what even my life is please help.
Without a constant signal telling me what to do, I’ve regressed into a more primitive form. I remember the days before I got locked into the SSS for two and a half years, and they were similar to this. A lot of nothing. Days blurring into each other. Watching Netflix or Youtube but not really paying attention as I drift in my own mind, now hollow without being constantly filled. I’m out of connection with others, alone in my own cave. There’s no motivation for anything, really.
While it may be an upgrade to the streets, I don’t like this form of existence. It’s on par with death itself. There is no picking a destiny - no real choice in how I grow. Here, I exist as a byproduct of forces grinding this world into dust, as memetic parasites grapple ever onward to the minds of the people, and I stay safe through the effort of nonparticipation. My mental conditions make the acceptable bounds of daily stressors of the common culture a non-option. I am paralyzed as I watch the world collapsing, desperately trying to keep my little circle of reality from falling apart.
I refuse to be a player in a broken world. Instead, I choose to create a world for myself, within myself, and reflect that outwards, hopefully changing the outer world for the better. I drift in the currents of my self-created value system, which finds itself highly valuable. Inheriting one’s operating system has value, but the trend of readily adopting mental software from the existing culture is where a major problem we face as a species currently lies. We need the culture to evolve faster, but we are facing the limits of human processing and memetics.
I want to be part of the solution. This means I have to create ripples of positive effects. How do I, a juggler, do this? I may not be considered valuable to the common culture, but I refuse to let my life fade away. I am forming and enacting a plan simultaneously. Ultimately, I want to drop out of society and create a space with a fundamentally different culture. The story being peddled in the so-called “coherent reality” is boring. No CIA generated script is good enough to tide me over. Ugh I gotta side track for a paragraph or two hang on let me galaxy brain what I’m about to do ok I did it time to write
Can I let you in on a secret? The world is run by psychopaths. Ok, not a big secret. Pretty obvious actually. But what I mean is, how they are choosing the shape the world is not completely obvious at first glance. You see, they think differently. The ends very much justify the means. The ways they are influencing the world are astronomical. For instance, and perhaps you’ve thought about this yourselves, but the space race was a cool cultural staple that resulted in an entire generation of kids wanting to grow up to be astronauts. I suppose that influenced the number of people that eventually went into the sciences and the like, huh.
Man, can you imagine growing up now, with the obvious fnord of Trump? That’s why I can’t be motivated to play my role in the main game. I don’t want to be a part of a big play to instill the importance of politics and voting in the upcoming generation. I want to raise our kids to believe we’re the descendants of mythical aliens with super powers and we have to save the world and all that jazz. Let’s at least bring back a pantheon, because a strong society is built on the diversity of its people, and embracing all character archetypes seems like a pretty solid way to do that.
When I was young, I wanted to take over the world. I determined that the fastest route to real power was through influencing the minds of the youngest generation. I thought to go into teaching, but now it is obvious that I am meant to form a cult. In the distant past, I would have been a shaman, but that was before civilization transitioned into the super structure it is today. Way smarter to form a cell then go alone as a single atom. That’s just common sense.
Without a constant signal telling me what to do, I’ve regressed into a more primitive form. I remember the days before I got locked into the SSS for two and a half years, and they were similar to this. A lot of nothing. Days blurring into each other. Watching Netflix or Youtube but not really paying attention as I drift in my own mind, now hollow without being constantly filled. I’m out of connection with others, alone in my own cave. There’s no motivation for anything, really.
While it may be an upgrade to the streets, I don’t like this form of existence. It’s on par with death itself. There is no picking a destiny - no real choice in how I grow. Here, I exist as a byproduct of forces grinding this world into dust, as memetic parasites grapple ever onward to the minds of the people, and I stay safe through the effort of nonparticipation. My mental conditions make the acceptable bounds of daily stressors of the common culture a non-option. I am paralyzed as I watch the world collapsing, desperately trying to keep my little circle of reality from falling apart.
I refuse to be a player in a broken world. Instead, I choose to create a world for myself, within myself, and reflect that outwards, hopefully changing the outer world for the better. I drift in the currents of my self-created value system, which finds itself highly valuable. Inheriting one’s operating system has value, but the trend of readily adopting mental software from the existing culture is where a major problem we face as a species currently lies. We need the culture to evolve faster, but we are facing the limits of human processing and memetics.
I want to be part of the solution. This means I have to create ripples of positive effects. How do I, a juggler, do this? I may not be considered valuable to the common culture, but I refuse to let my life fade away. I am forming and enacting a plan simultaneously. Ultimately, I want to drop out of society and create a space with a fundamentally different culture. The story being peddled in the so-called “coherent reality” is boring. No CIA generated script is good enough to tide me over. Ugh I gotta side track for a paragraph or two hang on let me galaxy brain what I’m about to do ok I did it time to write
Can I let you in on a secret? The world is run by psychopaths. Ok, not a big secret. Pretty obvious actually. But what I mean is, how they are choosing the shape the world is not completely obvious at first glance. You see, they think differently. The ends very much justify the means. The ways they are influencing the world are astronomical. For instance, and perhaps you’ve thought about this yourselves, but the space race was a cool cultural staple that resulted in an entire generation of kids wanting to grow up to be astronauts. I suppose that influenced the number of people that eventually went into the sciences and the like, huh.
Man, can you imagine growing up now, with the obvious fnord of Trump? That’s why I can’t be motivated to play my role in the main game. I don’t want to be a part of a big play to instill the importance of politics and voting in the upcoming generation. I want to raise our kids to believe we’re the descendants of mythical aliens with super powers and we have to save the world and all that jazz. Let’s at least bring back a pantheon, because a strong society is built on the diversity of its people, and embracing all character archetypes seems like a pretty solid way to do that.
When I was young, I wanted to take over the world. I determined that the fastest route to real power was through influencing the minds of the youngest generation. I thought to go into teaching, but now it is obvious that I am meant to form a cult. In the distant past, I would have been a shaman, but that was before civilization transitioned into the super structure it is today. Way smarter to form a cell then go alone as a single atom. That’s just common sense.
canwolf
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I compared the landing pages of Mastodon, Pleroma and Misskey because I was curious how each characterized itself.
joinmastodon.org: "Mastodon isn’t a single website like Twitter or Facebook, it's a network of thousands of servers operated by different organizations and individuals that provide a seamless social media experience."
→ Mastodon is a network
join.misskey.page: "Misskey is a decentralized microblogging platform born on Earth. Since it exists within the Fediverse (a universe where various social media platforms are organized), it is mutually linked with other social media platforms."
→ Misskey is part of a network
pleroma.social: "Free and open communication for everyone. Pleroma is social networking software compatible with other Fediverse software such as Mastodon, Misskey, Pixelfed and many others. "
→ Pleroma is part of a network
Look at this world,
Notice before it disappears:
A morning star,
A bubble in the stream of watter,
A lighting of the spring thunderstorm,
A flickering candle,
A shadow in the night
And your dream.
Joined Mar 2022
