I've stopped eating meat. Translation: I've started caring more. About people's feelings, how my actions affect them. Example: I didn't realize how pessimistic my rants sounded to an outsider until a sweet girl pointed it out. Apparently, a laugh is desperately required.
I've pinpointed it. @elusiveworm said it best (here): the word "community" is a lousy substitute for INDUSTRY. I observe how we treat each other where I operate and it's lousy. We fight, we lie, we let unacceptable things slide, all for... drugs? sex? money? Clout.
(Can a kid sitting in a cafe at 1pm leisurely writing truly understand the struggles of the underground working class peoplez...?)
The singer from The Verve sings like Bob Dylan.
I've been getting back into fanfic about 2000s American Bandom twinks. Computer, project university experience on these white men! I haven't posted to ao3 in ages...
