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So, parents, never condemn us for trying to fill our existential holes, when we are but the fruit of your own vain attempts to fill yours. It’s your fault we’re here to deal with the void in the first place.
Let’s pretend you are capable of being who I think I need you to be: a love story.
I want you to be my cosmos woman and I want to worship your mind & heartpussy always. I love you
this is so cringe
What happens to the space that two people occupied together? How can it just disappear? Why can’t it just become something else?
When we think of our old lovers, and the people they are with now, we wonder what we did not have. We wonder collectively, as people, what other people have.
Every spiritual trinket I’ve purchased quickly loses its juju. In the temple it’s magic, but at home it just becomes more crap.
The Internet has given me the dopamine, attention, amplification, connection, and escape I seek. It has also distracted me, disappointed me, paralyzed me, and catalyzed a false sense of self. The Internet has enhanced my taste for isolation. It has increased my solipsism and made me even more incapable of coping with reality.
Why can’t the IRL people be more like the Internet people? This is maybe because real people aren’t pixelated. Their mistakes and annoyingness can’t be repurposed into a fantasy. I actually have to see the real people and be seen by them. If people never become real, it’s harder for them to disappoint you. That’s why the Internet is good for sad people. You can be with people without having to be with
The person with whom I am in a primary relationship calls my phone my “boyfriend.” He becomes elated when the battery dies. One time he threatened to throw it out the window. He is way more concerned with the way I use the Internet to shut him out than anything I could do sexually with another person. I tell him that I am not shutting him out. I am shutting out reality. Unfortunately for him, he is real.
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The person with whom I am in a primary relationship calls my phone my “boyfriend.” He becomes elated when the battery dies. One time he threatened to throw it out the window. He is way more concerned with the way I use the Internet to shut him out than anything I could do sexually with another person. I tell him that I am not shutting him out. I am shutting out reality. Unfortunately for him, he is real.
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