That sucks, man. The human brain is fundamentally structured to desire human interaction and empathy, and denying it that is tantamount to a vow of silence. I imagine you’ve experienced a lot of hurt to have come to the conclusion that you have- that excising an intrinsic piece of yourself is worth ending your pain.

For people to be brave enough to allow others to exist independent of their desires, mostly. That and the Epstein files.

Sometimes- often, really, I wonder whether modern society has failed entirely and we are all simply waiting for the inevitable catastrophe that will wipe our collective misery from the universe. But then I find something to help me persist. Thank you, preganat emojis

If you didn’t want to get boy-pregnant by an articulate science man, you shouldn’t have stated that you wanted to get boy-pregnant by the articulate science man on the getting boy-pregnant by the articulate science man website.

I pointed out your inconsistency. Offer still stands, but I’m blocking you for a few months because I’m sane. Report me for vote manipulation if you’d like.

I sincerely wish you all the best. My heart sinks further with every syllable, because I know you better than I wish I did. If you ever reach the point where you recognize that you need a starting point, shoot me a DM. Not an alt, by the way.

Let me get this straight, I was punching down on myself? I don’t mean to make assumptions, but I used to be angry all the time. It was poison to every relationship I attempted to build, which only made me angrier and more alone. I only managed to sever the loop by changing my environment, and therefore the people I was interacting with. I hope you can find something that works for you.

Hit up your local food bank to find the kindest, most endearing people to sublimate into your being.

My inspiration! I truly believe that he’s at the forefront of instantly digestible horror and agony.

(This might be a joke I’m not getting, but I think you might have meant rogue*)

I don’t know whether I’d call it witty, but I’m always game to look silly for fun.

Edit: on the internet. Doesn’t work out as well irl

Hilarious is what it is. I don’t regret anything, frankly.

You did nothing wrong! And you did, for better or worse. I still had fun learning about lemmy’s perception of irony. Actually, I wanted to know whether you had some specific way of filtering out AI anatomical images? My top 200 images are all AI or unrelated and it makes me sad. I misremembered who replied first. My b. Disregard. Unless…?

The spray. The warm spray is what alerted me.

Have you ever witnessed what a hydraulic lift can do to a human torso? Your average stick of butter can only dream of understanding how cleanly a ribcage falls to such unyielding force.

At first, I reflexively sought refuge behind the car I was working on, but there was no need. I had no way of knowing this, but my friend’s chest had been crushed and sheared well beyond the center point. Ironically, he had been the only victim of his own arterial action, spraying himself in his final moments. What struck me was the fluid from the severed hydraulic line.

After I had finished hyperventilating, the rest of the day was a blur. I could hardly manage to focus on the paperwork the police handed me or anything else, for that matter. How could I?

He and I had taught each other how to babble, learned how to walk side by side. We had cheated our way through school, partied, cared for each other when sick or feeble, built our lives on trusting one another. We had lived together longer than most families, truly loved one another as friends. And then he was meat taking up space in a bag.

I don’t know how I arrived home, but I remember my wife’s worried face as I stood in front of the door, keys in hand at my hip. She tenderly hugged me but I couldn’t help but recoil at the foreign pressure. I dragged myself through the door frame and slumped against the wall, finally landing upon something soft at my wife’s near imperceptible guidance.

She decided that I needed to remove myself from the situation, from my life. At least for a little while. Long enough to eat and breathe. My lungs felt as though they had been stuffed with cotton, and I was nearly ready to tear it out when she placed a bottle of whiskey at my hip and turned on the television across the room. To be outside myself was the greatest blessing I had ever been given.

My son walked into the room, chuckling to himself. I couldn’t help but light up a bit at his mirth and purity. He was everything right in the world, an unblemished angel sent to keep me from shattering. My vessel could take not a drop more, and he knew that.

He spoke some words made inaudible by the tv and the ringing in my ears, before dropping his shorts and expelling dripping feculence across the ground, and shrieking a laugh that felt like drills eating through my ears. The same tone that rang from my friend in his final moments.

I was broken.

I think I need to pick up smoking. Not for the stress relief, but to leave this place a bit sooner.

I think I’ll leave the snake jokes to you. That was really good

I know you weren’t the original person, and yet you’re clearly upset. I can only assume it’s because you felt personally insulted.

I think I’ll continue playing the fool to middling success. Feel free to stay endlessly angry to achieve the same result.

It’s punching down to intentionally seem foolish for the sake of a joke? What bizarre reality do you live in? You have no leg to stand on. Like a snake.

I’m sad that you’re willing to be a dick to someone on the internet for a silly joke. I imagine you’re also rude irl.

I thought it might have been the mild sexual angle? In any case, I’ve never had people quite this angery about a contraception joke

You’re clearly upset that you believed I was insulting you even after I pointed out that I wasn’t. I’m not sure what you want from this interaction, at this point