I was thinking the same. That lamp looks nice too with a little cleaning. Wick kerosene lamps will outlive your 13th generation descendant and they can run on vegetable oils or rendered tallow too.
The future was always something without me in it, no matter how hopeful I was for the future of computing and space exploration.
Now I'm past the age I was ever going to get to, and I'm more stuck here than ever.
I understand so much more than I ever did, but none of it made me happier or answered my questions, just made me feel like I've been manipulated into a position I never wanted by powers I had no knowledge of.
I make more money than I ever thought I would, and more than my parents did when they had me, yet it's only enough for me to survive on, let alone enough to consider pursuing a partner or going on dates.
Unfortunately the issue with not having money for anything but survival makes it hard to build up the energy to go out and meet people, doubly so when your mental health is directly related to both having the food to eat and the time off from working to spend looking, let alone to spend with someone else
choices, we make em. chances, we take em.
some are mistakes. some, we celebrate 'em.
we don't look back cuz, so much we're facing
I always stay proud of myself. I'm yellin: FUCK REGRET!!!
That's a nice room. Just needs a little sweep
Yeah, I'm still saving for a van down by the river, but someday I'll have a room like that.
Lovely room with a character. $1000 per week.
I was thinking the same. That lamp looks nice too with a little cleaning. Wick kerosene lamps will outlive your 13th generation descendant and they can run on vegetable oils or rendered tallow too.
I imagined exactly this room, when read Dostoevsky's "Crime and punishment"
A strangely hopeful melancholy
I ain't hear no bell
And then one day you find. Ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun
The future was always something without me in it, no matter how hopeful I was for the future of computing and space exploration.
Now I'm past the age I was ever going to get to, and I'm more stuck here than ever.
I understand so much more than I ever did, but none of it made me happier or answered my questions, just made me feel like I've been manipulated into a position I never wanted by powers I had no knowledge of.
I make more money than I ever thought I would, and more than my parents did when they had me, yet it's only enough for me to survive on, let alone enough to consider pursuing a partner or going on dates.
You don’t need money to look for a partner, sure not having money makes your dating pool smaller but it doesn’t eliminate it.
The bonus is if you find the right person who sticks with you when times are tough you’ll know they’re serious.
Oh aye, I'm aware.
Unfortunately the issue with not having money for anything but survival makes it hard to build up the energy to go out and meet people, doubly so when your mental health is directly related to both having the food to eat and the time off from working to spend looking, let alone to spend with someone else
The future used to be a nebulous concept like parallel worlds or like it was going to be a movie I could watch.
Now the future is a path I'm on and a place I'll be.
Insane Clown Posse - https://youtu.be/RvGlftw36-4?t=1775
Or, as my old therapist once put it to me: "Life doesn't happen on your schedule."
I don't want to come across as a braggadocious dick, but I'm exactly the age I thought I'd be at this stage.
Someone rewrote Time by Pink floyd.https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-time-lyrics
Are you doing alright Mr sanitation?
and yet shafts of light sometimes grace the corners of our rooms