As if work could make me cry. I do that myself.
I’m pretty sure that’s Andromeda colored oddly, but I’m sure if there is life in that galaxy they too have discovered the wonders of a parasitic class that creates shit jobs people hate going to just so the can afford food.
“Lol”
Thank god I’m not literally anywhere else in that picture, I would be either suffocating from lack of oxygen burning in a star or wet nude crying and in public.
Mom! ickplant in lemmyshitpost says we live in Andromeda! Is that true?!!
yes. i can see you from over here
Was about to say, Milkway has wider tendrils, and we’re further out.
Jokes on you. I’m too depressed to shower.
I’m too depressed to cry:C
Same, but holy shit is it ever a relief when I do get sad enough to burst into tears.
R.I.P
Jokes on you. I’m too depressed to hold a steady job.
I’m also too depressed to shower, maybe we could do it together?
Sure. I’ll wash your back first?
I wanted depressed/needy codependentsex
Well I figured we’d get to the needy, codependent sex eventually ;)
I’m not such a pussy that I need to hide my emotions in the shower. I cry everywhere, openly. Fuck anyone who cares.
Have a good cry at the bus stop. Have a good cry at the theater. Have a good cry at the coffee shop. Have a good cry while getting a tattoo. Have a good cry at the park. Have a good cry in your car (not while driving that’s dangerous). Have a good cry wherever the fuck you feel like.
We’re all suffering out here, it’s time to stop feeling like we all have to hide it from one another.
Not as easy as you make it seem :(
You can get away with it in London. Source: experience.
You can cry on the tube and the bus, and the rule of “don’t make eye contact” means everyone just leaves you the heck alone and lets you get on with it it peace. I’ve twice cried while serving customers (after being bullied by a manager, two different jobs) and customers just try to get out of there. They might look at you a bit concerned but they mostly mind their own business.
I have yet to muster up the courage to do that, i have recently cried at work, but managed to thankfully hide in a meeting room…
Well, I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose. I prefer to go somewhere private if I need a good cry, but when that’s not an option, if I gotta let it out, I’m gonna let it out. I care less about strangers seeing me cry than people I know.
I cry on company time. 💅🏾
jokes on you. I already quit my job
Jokes on you. I’m in the Milky Way galaxy instead.
Even if it was the correct picture (and how can you be sure) the arrow is pointing to the wrong place.
We can be sure because its impossible to get a photo of the entire milky way, but otherwise it seems accurate enough, pointing to an outer spur and having two satellite galaxies
It’s true we can infer a lot of what it looks like from what we can see and using data from other galaxies. However that does often change. I’m not even sure which is the more current version right now, but here’s another version with four more pronounced arms. The same original arms are there, but the others are more dust and different star makeup than the first and could be more pronounced than once thought. There are also several different structural wave patterns rippling through the galaxy as it rotates.
It’s like we are all trapped in a dystopian spaceship
We are going at 560,000 miles an hour trough the unrelenting darkness of space, and just decided to destroy our life support system.
Life is a cycle. I am suffering today so i can afford to suffer tomorrow. Makes sense.
Life is only worth living if you are a masochist.
Nothing will change as long as we are piloting decaying, constantly hurting meat-bags trough a world of artificially created horrors like war, hunger, poverty and natural horrors like disease, aging and drought.
Whenever you feel overwhelmed by life, lay down on your bed, close your eyes, and listen to this.
Thanks I feel so relieved. Brb gonna destroy this insignificant civilization
I cry at work. If work’s making me cry I better get fucking paid for it.
Oh good! There’s a bizarro me out there that’s still capable of feeling feelings! Good for them!
God, that’s a mood and a half.
When my depression advanced, I was hopeful that not having feelings would mean not being sad anymore. I was disappointed, turns out feeling something is better than feeling nothing. Talk about a devil’s bargain.
Good luck out there, stranger. Tomorrow’s another day
I feel like that picture was taken light years ago
it was a heavy number of years ago
