colonel panic

Unless we get another Covfefe-in-Chief, I'm out. See you later, friends! <3

I hope he fucking died

Please take care of yourselves, and keep track of all the good jokes/stories. I'll need a recap.

Anyway, this isn't goodbye. I'll definitely be back. Hopefully I'll have good stories to share.

But I definitely won't miss defending my humanity to anime characters every day.

I will miss my anxiety buddies and meme folks and shitposting, oh man I'm going to miss shitposting.

I also want to work on some side projects, like more charity shirts! And I'll share them when I return.

Things like figuring out a 401k and keeping a plant alive.

I'm just saying, there are other things I'd like to do. And I need focus for those things.

But this isn't a sob story. At least, I'm not trying to have it be.

So I read about rage and heartbreak, then I swat away trolls in my mentions, then I try to listen to victims in my DMs.

I love the people I follow, but the people I follow are passionate about all the right things. Which means my TL is usually constant rage.

I feel bad about abandoning those people, at least temporarily. But my response times have only grown as the months go by.

I spend more time on my DMs than I do my work email.

And the amazing people who are there, well, I don't want to leave any of them behind. I try to answer as much as possible.

And because I don't want to miss out on the amazing people, I've kept my filters lax and my DMs open. This is often abused.

But I've met a lot of not-amazing people too. All the time.

I really like Twitter and all the amazing people I've met through it. Techies, queer fae, people who really like rye bread.

I just started a new job, I have adulting things I've put off for far too long, and I'm most productive when the weather isn't a bummer.

Why? Well, many reasons. Most of them center around wanting/needing time for other things.