some of y’all call it doomscrolling but honestly i’m just trying to emotionally process living through three economic collapses, a plague, rising fascism, climate disasters, and whatever the hell that price was for eggs
maybe i’m sentimental but i still believe most regular people would help each other if systems stopped isolating everybody into exhausted little survival units
some of the happiest memories i have involve absolutely ridiculous amounts of effort for rewards nobody outside a small group of children would ever appreciate. and i mean that sincerely.
every so often i remember the lengths i used to go to just to make sure a bunch of children had a really exciting tuesday and honestly? that feels more meaningful than half the “important” work i’ve done.
i love people who quietly engineer delight. the aunt slipping you $20. the cafeteria worker giving extra fries. the person behind the curtain making sure somebody feels lucky for a minute.
At some point you gotta wonder why volunteers & random mutuals are doing more effective political comms than actual paid campaign staff.
And that's when you realize why campaign finance reform matters so damn much.
not enough people talk about the emotional satisfaction of being able to quietly make life easier or more fun for kids who have no idea you’re doing it.
Candidates asking for our votes while refusing to challenge campaign finance corruption feels a lot like a firefighter refusing to discuss the fire. #OrPol
$300 is our Christmas budget. So, another year without a tree, I guess?
How Much Are You Spending On the Iran War? $300 and Counting. https://t.co/Dn6pdMs7bb