How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

Say what you like about McDonald's, but they have an intensely autistic routine for cleaning the machines that renders them out of commission, which is why they're so often "broken"
In short, only a few people know how to fix them. It's a software error, but managers aren't allowed to touch it themselves. Even if its just pressing some buttons. Hiring those men are expensive, especially if you have to do it often.
People have tried to release a fix, but McDonalds was fast with the lawsuits.
 
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Doing okay I guess. I just had a two week visit to my parents. I live five hours away from them now (have for the past two years) but visit them frequently. I wish I could just move back in. It's not a good thing, women particularly don't like that, but it's normal in other cultures. This place is a big disappointment to me, and the university feels like a temple to my unhappiness. Didn't have to go back at all, since it's Summer, but I felt obligated to even with them encouraging me not to. Drinking, but trying to drink in a more paced manner so I don't make myself overly sick.

Have been listening to the old 1960s roots/country/psychedelic rock and reading about the hippie/psychedelic stuff, started this book one of you all recommended on Revolutionary San Francisco, and oddly some part of it really speaks to me even though it's childish bullshit (hippies were straight up retarded) and I've been Far Right since I came out of the womb. It's the fantasy of being able to cast off the burdens of the world.


Almost the minute I hit the state line I felt my mood change for the worse. It seems like, for a lot of people besides just myself, life is frustrating because it feels like there's an unfulfilled promise of something better.
 
I would like to be dramatic.
If this bastard dies I'm burning the city down.
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First pepper of the year (Serrano). I realized after planting these guys that my balcony is partial-sun, so my full-sun plants are a bit slow-growing/stunted. However, they’re still green, so I guess they’re happy (or as happy as a plant can be).

Thinking about getting mirrors or some kind of shelf to get them more sunlight.
 
I am not doing well and I have no one to talk to about it. It's hard bottling this shit up all the time and just "go to work" and keep face so my family isn't worried. My best friend and I split a month ago and I tried to reach out today and talk about our differences, but she refused. Now I am questioning if she ever cared like I did at all.

My guy friends are bad at talking about this kind of stuff, one just doesn't know what to say and gets nervous, the other is too blunt to understand.

Sorry Kiwis but you have to be the unlucky person I am unloading all of this now.
I just wish I was normal sometimes.
 
I go outside for the first time in a week (don't judge I wfh) and gas is up 50 cents. I worked so hard to get myself a decent career and to get my finances worked out, and now none of it matters because the evil vampires that lord over us bottomed out the economy to enrich themselves and all my savings are going to be worth fuck all. I will never own a house, I will never retire, I will never live a life even close to the comfort my parents did on a high school diploma. I have no hope for the future and a lot of days lately I kind of just want to blow my brains out.

So I'm doing alright
 
You can tell just by looking at him that he doesn't feel good. Kiwis he's been by my side since before I started kindergarten. He's not supposed to get sick!
It's sad yes, but if he was there since you began kindergarten to you now being 19 years or something. That's a very fucking long life in cat years.
I think you should be prepared.
 
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It's sad yes, but if he was there since you began kindergarten to you now being 19 years or something. That's a very fucking long life in cat years.
I think you should be prepared.
I know. And I am. I know that even if he gets through this he doesn't have long. He's an old man. He's at least 14. I'm just... he's been my buddy for so long. He's the bastard who ruins chairs and runs through the house like he's not old as shit. I still haven't fully moved on from Max even. But hey. That's how it is with pets. But I wish he could live forever.
 
The health issue that almost took me out is back in force. If it doesn't clear up I'm heading to the hospital or something again. What am I, Mister Metokur? Do I have to repeat the first few words of every sentence when amused by something. I just, I just don't know what to do and no one will tell me what's damaged.

So if I'm not around being autistic in random pics and gifs, there ya go.
 
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