A cat, a void, a cup of coffee.
Vendryth in some spaces, Jaiden in some older places. IT nerd, big lazy cat. he/him or they/them, both are fine. No minors, please.
@da_667 Fuck you, Mastodon!
If you're dumb enough to fall for a fake PCAP this weekend, you're a big enough schmuck to come to Big da_667 Hell's PCAPs!
Bad MAC addresses! Traceroutes that break down! Ransomware!
If you think you're gonna find a real PCAP at Big da_667's, you can kiss my ass!
streaming again, because why not. more hollow knight solo rando practice.
guess i'm streaming again
another Hollow Knight randomizer, because turns out they're actually fun
The 293rd day of the year has been one of the few days every year that I pay attention to the approach of. It's shifted slowly from a day of celebration, to a day of hesitance, to a day of depression and vicious self-loathing. And for the 44th time, I have survived to see it.
I used to love seeing my birthday come around. Then, as I ended up isolated more and more, I had less interest in celebrating. Birthdays were spent in silence. It became a day where I was viciously aware of how alone I was. And, at least once, it has been a day of extreme emotional devestation.
As I tend to do on my birthday, I've turned introspective. Partially because a friend of mine helped me to realize that no one is going to help me change, would want to help me change, if I can't help myself change. He may not have phrased it that way, but that's where thoughts landed.
It's not going to be easy. I've been isolated for the greater part of 15 years. My health, in all forms and fashions, has suffered. My socialization skills have suffered greatly. I've lost contact with a lot of people that I don't blame for cutting me off. I wasn't being a good friend at all.
I want to get better, though. And going to BLFC kinda helped me realize that. There are still a lot of good people out there that wouldn't want to see me fester in this cesspit I've wallowed in for so long, and there are still a lot of good people I haven't even met yet.
I burned some bridges, and that's life, but I'll just have to use the ashes of my past mistakes to mark a new path for myself. I'm not much of an artist, but I'd like to use those ashes to make a sign to try and welcome people back into my life again somehow.
I'm 44 as of today. And all I'm asking for today is that, if we haven't talked for a while.. doesn't matter how long, consider givin' me another chance and say hi. Talk about whatever. Play a co-op game. Watch a movie or something silly on Youtube. Give a dumb old cat another chance.
Anyways, thanks for toleratin' me scrolling your timeline a whole bunch. And thanks for givin' me a chance just by lettin' me have the opportunity to scroll your timeline a whole bunch. Pet a black cat if you get a chance.
Soatok Dreamseeker