Hey, I’m Mikey, I suffer from severe anxiety, depression, and PTSD, and I’m stuck in the eternal purgatory of Social Security Disability appeal, denial, appeal, waiting, waiting, waiting….
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we
are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means
necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
It’s fascinating how pseudo-medical health grifters end up constructing these deeply hedonistic worldviews.
Every activity is slotted into a binary of “Healthy” or “Unhealthy” with no in-between. The result is a worldview in which one should abstain from the Unhealthy, and gorge themselves on the Healthy as much as physically possible.
It feels like a desire to engage in hedonism and physical pleasure, clashing with a powerful fear and disgust of anything fat, disabled, or old.
