how it happened

>spent at least 15 years as a heavy metal elitist, and anti-weeaboo grognard, too
>about 4-5 years ago, thanks to Saya no Uta being the straw that broke the camel’s back, gave Japanese cartoons a chance; am now hooked for life
>at about the same time, Magia by Kalafina (ED of Madoka Magica, one of the first anime I watched because it was written by the same author of Saya no Uta and this was shortly after it first finished airing so EVERYONE was raving) showed me the light that non-metal doesn’t automatically mean crappy music!
­>but it took me months time to admit that I liked what I was hearing, to get over my lifelong stance of “it’s not metal, therefore it sucks”
>as a friend says, otakudom forever corrupted my core programming
>anyway, a year or two later, I finally broke down and began listening to stereotypical cutesy-girly anime songs, not just the “normal/adult-sounding” bands/singers like Nana Mizuki, Aoi Eir, and Yoko Hikasa; curse you 3rd ED of Cardcaptor Sakura (Fruits Candy by ??) for being so addictively catchy, paving the way for me unironically enjoying such sugary sweets as sweet&sweet holiday by Printemps years down the road!
>now have playlists with Judas Priest next to k-ON! character songs, Amnesia OSTs next to all ten variations of Snow Halation, and so on

too familiar

Ow, right in the stuff:

>will always have to have a job or end up freezing on the streets in winter, fighting for a bunk at a shelter with Harry the Heroin Hobo
>you don’t wanna be homeless in my area
>will never get to be a NEET again, mother is fucking crazy and neither of us could abide my living there for long
>could spend all my waking hours on something cool like learning a bunch of shit
>instead have to keep it to one day a week due to work schedules
>only have a couple hours to myself on workdays, too tired to do much
>try anyway, post on 8ch between things for a break
>people ask me why I don’t have someone special in my life yet
>when I say I just wanna save up enough to pay my bills with enough time and money left over to do shit I like they look at me with this confused look or give a generic “cool” then silence
>then “so, did you watch that sports game?”
>I did not watch the sports game
>if I share shit I’m learning about, making, or reading in conversation it peters off awkwardly into silence before Bob and Susan start talking about how little Timmy threw his spinach mash at the wall for the 400th time, “ooooh how cuuute”
>I don’t find it interesting at all, kids are on a sliding scale from neutral-relatable to fucking annoying, loud shit factories
>only way to keep a convo going is to ask how their families are doing even if I don’t care too much, try to care for their sake since it makes them happy
>don’t get the same courtesy
>this will continue until I die

I just want a beast of a computer a la SEL, a fuckton of time to read all my books and maybe work on some DIY projects. If I could rout decent internet into the woods, I’d build a cabin away from them all and fucking do it. I know how to hunt and skin shit, build shelters, fire, and so on. As it is, too many of my interests are tied to tech. Think my feels are pretty mild compared to some other people.

april challenge: training compassion II

Every day of April ’17, do the following five-or-so-minute mental exercise (before or after March’s; maybe best to do only one at a time, waiting for May and beyond to do both):

vinegar shampoo, olive oil lotion, everclear deodorant, baking soda soap, coconut oil toothpaste, honey aftershave balm: going au naturel

(Forum post so no khajiitification.)

My attempt at going au naturel in cleaning is going pretty smoothly:

• Instead of hand lotion (cold weather leaves my sensitive fingers cracked and bloody if I don’t lotion up four times a day), a mix of olive oil and coconut oil. Works well!

• Thrice I’ve bathed in epsom salts and the same mix of olive and coconut oils. Oh boy does my whole body feel smooth for hours.

• Instead of body wash, I’ve just been rubbing natural baking soda into my armpits and other… problem areas. I smell just fine. Maybe later I’ll make a homemade body soap once I get the ingredients.

“what are you looking for” addendum

Continued from here.

When I am in a state of upset, I am not looking for a specific response. I am not looking to make conversation or whatever. (That’s why comments are disabled here and in the previous post.) I am looking for a friendly, sympathetic, understanding ear to assist in the healing process of alleviating my current burdens.

This Cracked article explains it well (if you do a bit of mind-bending to make it fit me in this context):

unhelpful, condescending non-advice

If someone you supposedly care about comes to you complaining about this, that, and the other, and you reply with what amounts to:

• Other people have it worse.
• Nobody’s entitled to XYZ.
• You’re not the only one.
• Things could be worse.
• Have you tried not being XYZ?
• Don’t be sad, be happy instead!
• Well that’s just life.
• Get over it.
• You just gotta do it!
• Just be yourself.

Know that you have not helped. You have not made them feel better. In fact, you have made them feel worse:

main reason this one keeps his mouth shut irl about anime

ma’habocath is very chatty and open about how much he loves the 2D in places like this, and very few select individuals in person. But that is mostly to compensate for how hard he hides his power level at most other times.

Not only because the otakudom he is interested in, well…

Masser: You like anime? Like Dragon Ball Z?

Secunda: Well, no, more like Yuru Yuri and Strike Witches which, while I enjoy for other reasons, mostly involve 14-yo girls doing pseudo-lesbo things with each other for the purposes of comedy and titillating the audience. Did I mention their average age is 14?

Masser: [stares]

Masser: [slowly backs away]

Masser: [pulls out phone] HELP! POLICE! WE HAVE A PEDO!!

…but what if ma’habocath actually meets someone who is as big into anime as himself, who has long moved past entry-level cherry-poppers like Dragon Ball Z?

america is a 3rd world country (scoobysworkshop.com)

http://scoobysworkshop.com/2017/03/21/america-3rd-world-country/

America is a 3rd world country when it comes to health and fitness. Just as in Sweden, I am blown away by the high fitness level of tge average person on the street in Austrslia. USA does not invest in recreational and exercise facilities for the public. In Australia it seems like every block is another public lap pool with fitness center. Beautiful and manicured parks everywhere for walking and sports. Get this too, FREE bathrooms on most corners – the nice self cleaning kind. You can actually stay properly hydrated without worrying about where to pee.

Making it easy for the population to keep fit is an excellent way to cut the nations medical costs and boost productivity. Why is it that in America we cant find money to water grass in parks, keep pools open, install bike lanes, or fund afterschool sports programs but have no trouble spending billions on obesity related healthcare costs?

Infortunately its the allmighty dollar. Big pharma keeps politicians from both sides of the aisle in their hip pocket with generous campaign contributions and a well funded lobbiest arm to weild their might. Unhealthy, obese people are a profit goldmine.

 

challenge: smile while you lift!

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Keep smiling mid-exercise. It’s harder than it sounds!

Yes, you will look like a total toolbag. Embrace the silly, it’s part of the fun!

Think of it as training your smile muscles. Also, smiling can make you happy maybe; are you smiling because you’re happy, or are you happy because you’re smiling? Let’s find out. Do it for science. And happiness. The world needs more happy.

By the way, cheerleaders and idols (singer-dancers) must do this. Are you less hardcore than scrawny, cutesy little girly-girls?

>tfw trying to keep blog meme-free but some are just too true

>tfw you want to go out and have fun but remember that you don’t have any friends