And that's not even taking into account the miseries of:
1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn't bankrupt you.
2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.
3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.
Fuck...
I don't care how old this image is or how many times I've seen it...
Every single time, I end up feeling better. Instant mood boost. I hope it never stops getting posted.
I'm so goddamned sick of masking.
Gainax AF.
I've been using VR lately for this purpose. Surprisingly effective.
I dunno. Just helps to isekai myself to a different plane of existence for a little while.
Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting "vintage alternative" music and it was fucking "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers.
Vintage.
I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.
Crypto-whatsit? Is that something from one of Bobby's vid'ya games?
It's a new form of money, Hank. VIRTUAL MONEY.
Well, excuse me, Dale, but here where I live, in the REAL WORLD, we already have a perfectly fine money. It's called AMERICAN DOLLARS and it works just fine, I tell ya h'wat.
You say that now, Hank, but wait until the cyber-swarm-uprising of 2034 comes and replaces your precious "real world" with a virtualsphere so indiscernible from what you think you know as real! Wake up and see what's coming on the horizon!
Can you see me kicking your ass on the horizon?
Elder millennial here.
"When life promises you lemons as a child and drills into your head the importance of preparing to make lemonade because the lemons are coming and you've got to be ready and get the sugar and the water and the ice ready because you're totally gunna get those lemons and have a lemonade-based future of stability and fulfillment and happiness, prepare to be blamed when the lemons don't arrive."
Shortwave eroticism.