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Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.

Coffee.

Not that I’m drinking any at night.

That would be bad.

Fear of death

Basically nothing. But like I'm gonna die eventually, why try to rush to the finish line?

My continued existence pisses off fascists.

I'm vegan, non-binary (with dyed hair), car-free, a member of a linguistic minority, poor, and many other things that make conservatives think the world would be better off without me. I strive to survive mostly to spite these fuckers.

games, anime, programming, music and lemmy

My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It's like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.

In my nightmares, there's a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it's not even according to their whims, it's simply a price for existing.

I'd go on but it's too spooky and sad.

The rest of the time life's pretty good.

Mornings are pretty nice.

Caffeine these days.

A lack of alternatives. The only option is to get up and go to work.

Whenever I habe to ask myself that question I remind myself I'm doing the best I can considering the circumstances of my upbringing. And that I already did a lot of good even though it often damaged myself.

Metabolism mostly. Kinda glommed into a listlessness of not knowing what I'm doing with my life in a professional sense.

Nicotine, pain killers, a laughable disability payment...

...and a furious, blinding rage at the inequity of modern terminal stage capitalism that has doomed our planet to ecocide and most of its inhabitants into petty, self-centered, egotistical and ignorant caricatures of human beings...

...which has mostly congealed and calcified into some kind of mixture of contempt and spite that is either the basis of, or what I can erroneously yet convincingly present to myself and others as the basis of my identity, self-worth and sense of humor, concluding that merely surviving as long as I can, and pursuing that which I enjoy which requires next to 0 monetary expenditure, is the meek and feeble yet largest middle finger I can personally raise toward all who pursue wealth accumulation, or enable those who do.

Spite of all the people who want me dead or want to see me fail

I'm not even being sarcastic

Life can be rough but by all measures I have a good one.

Zooming out and realizing the value of what I have is important, even when I'm dealing with mental health, dying loved ones, finances, etc.

Lisa needs braces.

I really like learning things and every day I'm here, I have the opportunity to learn more.

I guess I don't have anything better to do?

Waiting for the day we finally and collectively eat the rich.

gaming,developing sites,lemmy,discord,etc

The next chapter of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You

Edit

On any other day:

When a new chapter gets released:

Providing for my family.

The self-destructive voice is a liar. We do not listen to them.

Blåhajar

Death being the most boring shit I can possibly imagine is pretty high on the list.

You're looking at it.

I, like most of us on Lemmy, live a better life than almost the entirety of the rest of human history.

Life is full of wonders and joy and there's so much more to enjoy!

Pure stubborness and a fear of death.

Adenosine triphosphate

Legs.

My wife. I love spending time with her. She's my whole world.

Curious what I might see next.

Nicotine and spite.

Coffee and cigarettes 😁