We are living in the most developed and peaceful tunes/times. Our great grandparents did not have antibiotics, child mortality was very high. Around 150 years ago, slavery and serfdom was hapenning, so instead of staring itno Outlook or Teams, you would be doing life crushing and dehumanising work. Much off the stuff that was out of reeach by lower or middle class is much more affordable today, even basic stuff such as meat was scarce in my grand parents time (ussr). 100 years ago most people saw only around 30 km around their land, or as much as horse could walk in a day, but now traveling is very affordable. I am hopeful that besides all the political crap we are moving towards even more developed future
I wish there was something.
Movies to watch, games to play, drugs to try, not much else
Art. I found some cheap acrylic glitter paint I bought a while back and I’ve been making sparkly erotic paintings. Some mixed media with mutilated copies of mass market christian books, random wooden trays. I have a bunch of leftover scraps of t-shirt from making yarn and other fabric remnants, so I make quilts.
Sparkly erotic paintings sounds exciting!
If the fascists get me, some stranger will have to clean out an apartment full of a ton of sparkly colorful paintings of penises with random passages from the Left Behind series modpodged on.
It makes life worth living.
In terms of personal outlook, nothing.
Everything is cyclical. Its cycles all the way down…
I wake up.
Space exploration. It feels like the one awesome thing humanity is doing right now. Also maybe the most important thing man is doing right now.
Everyone dies eventually. Including the people I hate the most.
Weed, lexapro, and playing guitar. And that quote from Samwise
Another Tolkien quote for ya, a battle cry: “Aurë Entuluva!” (Day shall come again!)
I don’t mean to sound ridiculous or facetious here, but honestly, absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. I have nothing to be hopeful about anymore. My best friend had been screwing me over for months. My family hates me because I’m gay. I hate myself for a thousand different reasons. Like, I don’t really have anything to be hopeful about anymore. I’m just waiting to die.
For what it’s worth, from one internet stranger to another, I’m sorry.
No one should feel so betrayed on all fronts. That’s awful :(
While I feel everything you wrote in my soul and can empathize with almost every part, know that you are loved by an internet stranger. You deserve happiness, fulfillment, and peace. You are a work of art. Sometimes art is sad or depressing or horrifying, but even with those themes it is beautiful and impactful and moving. You are a work of art that always changes. Learn to love that art, learn to nurture it. Treat it like the masterpiece it is and put it where the world can enjoy it.
I’m here for you if you ever need someone to talk to. I’m not always the most upbeat person given — literally everything — but I’m happy to be a friend.
P.S. Thank you for all the content you share. You are a cornerstone of the fediverse.
I’m sorry to hear that for you. I hope you can stumble upon, create, or be gifted a life you feel is worth living. I hope you find a good reason to hope.
I just have a bad track record on trusting people. I thought I broke that recently. I was wrong. Combine that with that broken trust snowballing into severe financial problems where I might be homeless? I’m out of hope.
Hey, friend. Just remember that broken trust speaks ill of them, not you. And as for a bad track record, I find that the most trusting people are also the most trustworthy. Right now that’s pretty much all I know about you, but it’s enough to believe you’re making the world around you better. I don’t think your problem is trust, but rather being in a position where broken trust leaves you in an untenable situation.
I don’t know your reasons for hating yourself. Those belong to you. But whatever they are, whether they are valid or not, you don’t deserve hate. Hell, I wouldn’t waste my time hating anyone — hate has never solved a single problem. Give yourself some grace and room to make mistakes and improve. And then to stumble and do it again. We all have.
No lie, part of life is just luck, and for that part I hope yours is good. But the rest of it is in your hands, and those sound like decent hands to be in.
I appreciate it, but it’s all based off of only a small bit of information that you’re aware of. I suck. I hate myself. I have a reason to hate myself. I have almost no value for the rest of humanity in general. So while I do appreciate it, it’s not true for me.
Evil destroys itself. Even if all good is destroyed it can be relearned and rebuilt as it exists in our hearts
I always try to have something to look forward to, I don’t know how your life is so I don’t know if it is possible for you but it can be as mundane as meeting up with friends or family.
Hikes and bike rides help me stay positive.
