Isn’t it so stupid that I get lonely even when I spend majority of my day socialising? I spoke to around 20 people yesterday and I still felt so lonely, like the way a rat who hasn’t been fed in years (2 days) would jump at food, I feel like jumping to conversations. God this is so stupid… (speaking of god, how many of you would jump god with me?)
I had a dream once where I tried to help a friend do that. His left hand got ripped off in the machine we were building to kill god.
edit: then the machine exploded in our faces
Cannot recommend.
This time we gonna get a proper beatdown, rush in and gang up on him. Flawless strategy.
What I’ve felt is that quality trumps quantity. I could be talking to dozens of people and still feel unsatisfied, but then hang out with that one special person and then feel content for a long time.
Can confirm. Deep connections recharge more than shallow ones. Get multiple special people into your life, one is not enough.
I have threeish all are busier than me…
Jump as in kick God’s ass? Because I’m definitely up for that!
What else could we do? (Seriously, what else does jump mean??)
Musk asked this before going on stage at the Trump rally.
“to copulate with” wtf, who made this shit up?? The Brits?
Never heard someone say “I’d like to jump his/her bones”? It’s more rare now but it was a thing.
Could you tell me where you heard it so I can avoid that hellhole? thanks.
Well I suppose I heard it in the old 1990s. Ya see yanglinn, there was a time afore the 'net.
God I see it now, there is a jump button (red circles were helpful???). Does Lemmy send men after you if somebody clicks it?
One can only hope.
(yeah I should have included a red circle or arrow but I had a big helping of dumbfuck juice that day apparently)
speaking of god, how many of you would jump god with me?
I knew all the JRPGs I played would come useful someday, I’m in. Motherfucker’s so dead
I’ll fight God with you
Thank you benign… intervention *suspicious eyes*
It’s an average, I’ve got some leeway… And this time it’s personal
Wait, whose god?
Does it matter? Come along, we will find yours at some point.
I don’t have a god… Wait, Buffalo Wild Wings?
We’ll smash those too
God sends his semen to shy awkward virgins for some reason
Oh because boundary pushers are great at seeing that you’re shy
