Intense oppositional defiance today

[crantz]

Minding my own business when someone I dislike makes a declaration about something I don't give a fuck about and I am STILL like 'you're not the boss of me! I'll fight you! On the beaches!'

Just letting that feeling pass through me and move along.

Sometimes when the world gets out of my control I'll do little things to let me feel like I have a grasp on my existence, like look up a topic I have feelings about (not the above) on bluesky and block everyone who crosses me. Lately that search topic has been Neil Gaiman. I'm not sure if it's the result of my frequent blocking but I do hope the reason I find so few people to block is because not many people want to defend him. And that I got rid of all the 'haha I'm superior because I have never liked a bad person in my LIFE' early on. Your hubris will not save you.

Depressingly this is not effective with J K Rowling because there's too much everything that just kills my will to live instead of a satisfactory 'off to the shadow realm' feeling.

If this doesn't work, I buy tiny plastic horses (schleich) because buying + gazing is a powerful two punch of dopamine.

It's not so bad right now though - I'm not spending my day in bed, I've been going on walks, I'm planning to go back to the gym, I got new blue shoes that fit, I'm spending more time with friends, and I'm gonna see if I can successfully bake cakes in my big toaster oven.

I also have MANY tiny plastic horses to gaze at.

Comments

[phosfate]

Yeah, B&N has a literal wall of Potter bullshit. I assume that, like most of their display space, it is paid for (in this case by WB).

[crantz]

These days I have a certain % I can tolerate seeing before I just walk out of the store.

[phosfate]

Happily(?), their children's section is currently so terrible that I rarely go near that shit.

[crantz]

Dire times, my friend. Dire times.

[ashenmote]

I don't think it's alright that hateful, murderous Rowling and the corporate weird Auntie Rowling of old can coexist so independently of each others. Like I'm supposed to go oh right, it's the offline world they can't know, as if everyone wasn't stacking the HP merch with a smartphone stuck in their buttpocket.

[phosfate]

My bus friend Debbie, who is 66 and only uses the internet to talk to her son in Australia on Discord and watch Diagnosis Murder, brought up Harry Potter in conversation briefly, then said, "Of course we don't buy that stuff anymore." The only adults who don't know, choose not to know.