21 November 2018
Maybe it's time for a blog post.
ASMR
ASMR―it's like waking up blindfolded in a rest-home at breakfast time.
Finite World Problems
A couple of days ago I went with family to a restaurant and, as usual, they'd picked one without a decent vegetarian option. That is to say, there was a token vegetarian option, but it was insultingly bad. I made up my mind to get a coffee instead, and to make myself something edible once I got home. No problem. But this was not to be allowed.
Concerned relatives insisted that I order food. They called the staff over to make sure I wasn't forgotten about. (Of course, I wanted to be forgotten about, because I'm not interested in financially supporting places that don't cater reasonably well to vegetarians and vegans.) Eventually I said (silently to myself), Oh, fuck this, everyone's getting agitated and I don't want a scene
, picked something at random, and said Okay, I'll have whatever this is, just have the chef exclude the meat
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The waitress consulted the chef, and returned with the good news: it could be done without breaking the universe. This cheered everyone-who-wasn't-me up no end. I'd've been happier with a coffee, followed by something yummy later at home.
Then the conversation turned to holidays and travel.
Everyone talked about their international travel plans over Christmas, and how exciting it all is.
My cousin must have noticed my expression, because he asked what I was thinking about. I thought it would be kindest not to tell him, so I said Oh, just thinking about plans
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What I was thinking about is the fact that I've given up my life's plans because I can't justify the environmental damage.