allhailedmundb

I haven't written anything in a while because every time I start, what seemed a plausible idea suddenly seems rubbish.

I'm writing this while preeeetty smashed, so chalk up any inconsistencies to that. (Be kind of difficult, though, at this juncture I haven't that much to say. Hence the journal entry.)

The Internet as a sphere is REALLY WEIRD. Things big on the Internet don't necessarily overlap into RL. For instance, the other day I went to the grocery store with my Gamzee shirt on, and no one even so much as recognized it, despite the fact that Homestuck is one of the more prevalent webcomics nowadays. Just now I was reading a less-than-prevalent webcomic, and it referenced Something Positive, another webcomic I quite enjoy, and which seems to be influential among the webcomic community. However, outside of the webcomic community, it is largely unobserved. Quite strange. (In the future, I will probably have more to say on this, but I am unable to articulate it at this moment.)

Apart from the rest of this entry, I dearly wish you (yes, you, specifically) are doing well. Life is rough, and the less flak you receive from it, the better. "We all need somebody to lean on," and I hope you know that I'm in your corner, no matter what the issues you are facing. I feel weird mentioning anyone by name, but in the past you all have contributed a kind word to me when things seem most dark. *thump thump peace symbol* Rock on, mate.

This is going to be rather short. Last night I was going to write this long diatribe about a whole bunch of whiny shit but I decided not to, because who needs more of that? Consequently, I'm just going to write down a couple things that sprang to mind as I was writing it.

Titling journal entries makes me feel silly. When I write something down in my little notebook, I don't title it except for a date, and the website already does that.

Remember when hating emos was still a thing? I don't hate them, but I am kind of annoyed that they stole being depressed from actual depressed people. Now whenever you talk about being miserable people assume you're emo. Other people are allowed to feel crappy too, and they can probably manage it without writing terrible poetry.

I just heard on NPR that projections suggest that the population of the earth will reach nine billion people by the time half the century is over. I may not have expressed this on DA, but one of my greatest concerns about the future of the planet is overpopulation. Nine. Billion. We can't feed everyone NOW, and coupled with climate change (this year a tremendous drought has completely fucked crops), food will become more and more scarce, causing upheaval in those countries with the most people. Iiiiii'm pretty goddamn scared right now.

I didn't sleep very well last night, as illustrated by the fact that I'm up at half past seven in the morning.

One of the functions of sleep is to act as a helpful buffer between you and the real world. Sure, you have to deal with what it heaps on your plate every day, but for a third of that day, you're just by yourself in your own mind.

On days like today, when I slept shittily, everything just seems so much harder, like emotionally. The helpful buffer, being extremely thin, isn't actually that good of a buffer. Fucking hate days like today. Especially since how weepy I'm being makes me lose patience with myself and just get going in another cycle of feeling bad about myself. And that makes me so goddamn scared you have no idea.

I feel bad that I seem to only update this when I have something to complain about. I do keep it around to supply an outlet (because writing stuff down in my notebook just makes me feel like I'm arrogantly building up this whole bullshit suffering genius bit) so thank you for reading, but I'll try to hammer out something actually pleasant to read one of these days. Or as pleasant as things get around here, anyway.