My high points are when my cat does something particularly cute, when I remember a bash command without needing to look it up, or when some jerk in a book I’m reading finally gets their comeuppance.

I have very little joy for comparison to steal. It’s just kind of disorienting to realize that someone can live like that. Like, wanting something that involves human connection (whether sexual or otherwise), and actually getting it. And not being judged for having those needs, let alone announcing them.

Something about it doesn’t compute. It just kinda breaks my brain a little. Can’t wrap my mind about what that would be like.

I mean I find their posts interesting for that same reason, but I don’t feel the need to get railed by old japanese men so I don’t think much joy is being stolen from me

you should print the last sentence on the door of every gym. And for slightly different reasons, in all male bathrooms/changing rooms 😄