idk

what's with this dichotomy of people thinking either "absolute perfection is real and obtainable" or "there is actually zero difference between good and bad things, you imbecile, you fucking moron"

actually it's not even a dichotomy. it's "absolute perfection is the only way for things to be good". when it's obtainable, it's The Good. everything less than that is equally worthless so if it's unobtainable then nihilism takes over

"it is worthwhile to pursue 'better', even when its ceiling is heavily constrained, even if there will necessarily also be a lot of bad, without deciding that the bad is actually okay" is a critical part of my worldview

feels like the right time to Run Away from nothing in particular to nowhere in particular, and I am very displeased that I'm locked in the country by many many admin

younger me was correct about optimizing for pick-up-and-leave-ability

everything has so many steps now

Kirby 커비

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Something about maths that'll never not amaze me is how sometimes you'll read a certain topic and it'll be kinda out of reach, like you kinda get the idea but the details go over your head. But then a few months later you'll come back to it and somehow it makes so much more sense. Maybe it's cause you've realised something that makes it click or sometimes you'll have learnt other things and it'll put it in a new perspective. And it's honestly one of the best feelings

I was talking to a friend, asking if they've ever experienced something I've been calling "night stupid", where, late in the evening, you're in the middle of working and suddenly (or, sometimes, gradually) you're unable to do things well--and stuff that usually makes sense stops making sense. Yanno...just a noticeable and frustrating down curve in your overall ability to preform the tasks you're working on. and my friend responds, "Tired. Bees, you're feeling tired."

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

A Pascalian argument against committing suicide--

If you don't commit suicide when you ought to do it, you can always just do it later.

If you commit suicide when you ought not to, you can't undo it.

I think if indeed I ought to have committed suicide at some particular point in time, every instant I remain alive beyond that constitutes a cost. it's not equivalent to do it later.

guess who just got ✨dommed by the narrative✨✨✨

DOOMED I MEANT DOOMED

“I am the captain of this ship”, what an incredible phrase to say, what an incredible phrase to bellow, “I am the poster of this blog” not so much.

For some reason I'm convinced that "I am the blogger of this post" somehow has a great deal more gravitas than the reverse.

and you are right!

this is the blogger of our meme content

It matters not how low the stakes, How circular the dialogue; I am the author of my takes: I am the poster of this blog.