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Cake day: 17 août 2023

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  • Hahahaha… Oh no… Oh. No. From my younger days? I go back a decade and I’m in high school, and the bands I listened to then were all dead already (Journey, Eagles, Jim Croce)

    No I saw Mammoth recently and 3 people were bobbing their head in the front and there were people sitting on the floor in the back.
    Basically true for AJR, and others. Only true pit experience I got was The Wrecks who split the audience in 3 groups to make us compete against each other and then ran around trying to find people in the audience to dance with, but even then it was the minority position to dance.


  • Gardening.

    I just liked that I could grow things but now if I have a bad year where something doesnt grow it means more stuff to buy and I don’t feel like I can try planting something that might not grow well just to try it.

    Also concerts.
    Didnt have the money for them my whole life until recently and now they are overpriced, impossible to figure out logistically with Ticketmaster and when you go its mostly wealthy people sitting and not dancing or seemingly enjoying themselves past the overpriced drinks.











  • Their hand quivers, and they can feel their legs shake, “Maybe this is the time” they think to themselves, if they can find the courage that is.
    Maybe it will end like a meet-cute and the future love their life will get out their car and help them out and pick them up and send them on a glorious adventure.
    Or maybe it will just sever their spine and it will be over.
    But! The driver will remember them and their face for the rest of their life, their death having given meaning to their existence as the driver will go on to travel the world and have the adventure of a lifetime in response to this random stranger they collided with. Knowing that even if its not personally lived but that the adventure was had by their presence…

    But their daydreams are snapped out by the sound of a car horn and the engine roaring past.
    The moment is gone but the heart still flutters and the adrenaline pumps through their veins, less than the first time they thought about this but enough to still feel the rush of life they don’t live. “There is always the next car,” they think, “maybe, this time I will try yelling at them.”