Sometimes you believe you're someone who can weather any emotional storm that this world can put you through, and sometimes you accept that you're really mad because somebody on the internet that you don't know said something mean about people who believe Taylor Swift might be gay

Me during an argument:
Okay so
first of all
it's 11:11 so make a wish

Seattle, please, I am begging you. When you're done with a Lime scooter, for the love of God do not drop it in the middle of the damn sidewalk. Some people use wheelchairs and can't just step over it.
If you see a Lime scooter in the middle of the sidewalk, please move it.

do any americans go overseas, ride a bullet train, and think: nah, we don't need this?

You ever just come out of a depression dip and experience ~*having serotonin*~ and think to yourself "Oh hey thaaaat's what they mean in that one question in the PHQ-9 Patient Depression Questionnaire"

You know what drives me up the wall? The idea that entertainment, like movies or even celebrities, is a "distraction" from the evil deeds of elites or class struggle.
Humans will ALWAYS look to stories and art for comfort. The real distraction is the constant workload we have to maintain to get by.