What species is this mohawked cutie pie?

Birds are awesome. Loved them even as a kid when it was hopelessly uncool.

I don’t look for things to be either angry or grateful about I just get on with life. I respect that gratitude works for you. Personally I find forcing gratitude just drains me. I find I do best just accepting that sometimes I’m angry or stressed and that those are signs telling me something.

Guns would at least cause some difficulty oppressing people.

I think maybe there’s a reason we’re not grateful. Maybe we need those emotions to motivate us.

I don’t think if I were grateful I’d bother finishing up my scifi novel or many other projects.

Could be something she does is burning energy and you haven’t figured out what.

I used to wonder why I never gained weight despite eating twice what other people did…I never thought to factor in being extremely active because it was normal for me. I didn’t think brutal martial arts classes or 5k runs counted as being ‘active’. I thought it was normal.

Granted I wasn’t underweight and didn’t need to gain but I really wanted to look like Zarya from Overwatch

I get that it’s a bit inappropriate to be flippant and make jokes but if I worried about this every time I saw a headline about it I’d die from my adrenal glands exploding and melting a hole through the back of my computer chair.

Oopsie poopsie.

I think it just bothers me that people shove the idea of being this cuddly nurturer at me and don’t give a shit if it’s what I want.

A chess improvement company once wrote an article about me and although I was deeply grateful for the opportunity I am also very glad I saw the first draft because the reporter invented a whole imaginary child. While cutting a lot of my thoughts about annihilation and how it’s a fairly staple tactical skill.

To his credit he removed it when I asked but…ugh. Can people not stay on topic ever? I swear to God I could be in the middle of defusing a bomb and someone would mention husbands or children.

Christ that’s so fucked.

No a very traditional and backwards woman made a comment about how I’d be a good wife for her son who I don’t even know.

I don’t know how I managed to come across as that much of a worthless cored-out shell.

Someone said I would be a good wife…I felt powerless and degraded. How did I manage to come off as so brainless and lacking in self respect that I’d have nothing better to do than be someone’s wife?

And people hound me about how I’ll die with cats and desperately regret not having a man to wash smelly socks for.

Marriage is psychological adrenalectomy.

Then why are teenage girls far more likely to die from pregnancy than adult women who finished growing???

He was never even truly homeless. He had a lot of free help from others.

Good. Should help tank Russia’s population.