JazzFLASH @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I just woke up and I'm scared btw. Just scared. Scared scared scared. Of things. Of life. Of you. Of me. I'm scared. 🥺

I wonder how many things started as jokes, like that stupid stir fry robot that chops meat and greens that someone invented, but now people are actually using that shit because there's no decent people around to stand over the wok and stir fry. Like it started as a joke haha look at the machine make food isn't that quaint and now people are serious about it and the food sucks and they don't know what to do, they don't know how to go back.

I love when sadistic looking women are sex toys

Filthy crowds of filthy violent antigay, antiwoman, antiwest, antifreedom dirtbags, zombies, should be liquified instead of tolerated

https://youtu.be/xli7QD4QPIY?si=FpHLCEcw4I1KmJzV

I hope someone out there is named Skirshton

So here's how this post came to be. I was thinking about traumatic stuff, I had to live feed a snake I rescued from an abusive owner and rehomed to a better suited professional. But it fucked me up to have to feed her. She wouldn't eat pre killed. Owner had trained her on live. I had to watch to make sure the rat didn't get away, but they could never get out of the tub. Some seemed to have an instinctive fear of the snake, others were completely oblivious, crawling all over it, even sniffing right up to it's face, then wham. I didn't like it. I didn't like it so much I got rid of the snake as soon as I could. And I like snakes. But then I wonder, what's worse, suffocating from carbon dioxide, or suffocating from constriction? I've tried to inhale co2 before, your body rejects it, you physically can't and it's incredibly painful. I've also wrestled before, and been squeezed, even until I passed out, and I would pick that every time over breathing in co2, and the point is they kill the rats they freeze for reptile food with co2.

And then I thought to myself, well what's the non trauma version of this post? I like rats, that's why it bothered me what I had to do, and I like their little hands, and it's a bad image in my head that I have to live with now.

I love the way rats use their little hands to eat food

I love the world, I love the people in the world, I love the trees, I love the sky, I love the air, and the sun, and the rain, and the moon. I love the sweet smells. I love the bees who buzz around the flowers. I love kindness. I love joy. I love gifts. I love praise. I love love.

I might have a problem with trauma dumping, I will do positivity dumping instead to improve my life back to its previous glory

i just want to make good, kind, friendly people happy. That's really what I want out of life.

Im scared. Does anybody want to have a fedi sleepover?

It's ok not to fit in.