WHO KILLED THE WORLD?

found the post. to be fair to them. not the most egregious thing said on this post, but they did endorse the rest of it so.

ignoring "horny frat boys" being an insane way to describe percy, byron, and polidori, not to mention poor fucking claire lmao. theres a pervasive issue of people really wanting mary shelley's life and career to be a story of a woman being greatly underestimated and silenced by her (male) peers but persevering nonetheless and this idea is generally pushed in popular culture and by some ill informed biographers to the point that it is just no longer reflective of her actual experiences. i think people forget a lot that mary shelley existed in radical circles that, while not devoid of misogyny, had moved past the idea that women shouldn't have opinions and be writing and have lives outside of their relationships with men and who certainly were not discouraging her from pursuing a career in writing. she was deeply admired for being the daughter of wollstonecraft and godwin and then as a writer in her own right, and i think its sad that this idea that she was discouraged from pursuing writing by the men in her life, especially by her husband, is so pervasive because one of the most interesting things about her social group to me is the creative relationships built among them. people joke a lot that percy shelley is just remembered as the wife of the author of frankenstien as a diss on him but everything he is on record saying about her work implies that he would be fucking honored. they had a deep creative partnership and mutual admiration for one another's work that was much stronger than even their romantic relationship and its deeply frustrating how that is often disregarded and put down because people are so fixated on this stereotype of how they think 19th century women should exist that they dont let themselves engage with what her life was actually like.

no. it was full of adult men, many of whom were bullied in school and would have been entirely unwelcome in fraternities.

who were constantly having parties

not unless by "parties" you mean "quiet boat rides in the morning" or "group literary analysis in the evening".

she mentioned that there's this writing thing and vaguely insinuated that they wouldn't be able to do it

fact check: false. Byron was the one who proposed the writing competition. also, others present were already published authors, and the concept of writing was new to none of them, as they were literally only gathered because of their literary accomplishments.

Mary Shelley finally had time to write about this idea she had dreamed about

fact check: false. Mary Shelley struggled to come up with an idea for days/weeks before having a "waking dream" about one scene that she then built a story around.

without some dumb horny boy trying to tell her how women should be in his bed instead of writing

and a big fuck-you to religions where their entire thing is being community-focused.

ELVIRA: MISTRESS OF THE DARK

Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.

So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.

But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.

It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?

So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:

Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.

And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.

So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".

So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.

My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.

Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.

Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.

Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).

Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues

According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.

Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.

For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.

Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life

Aaand a close-up:

HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE

The assurance that they know exactly what's causing your problems and they can definitely cure it, and

Time, sympathy, respect, and attention.

my most alarming symptoms started almost right after i graduated high school (age 18). i instantly started to become more withdrawn and reclusive. i had maybe 2 friends and i struggled to socialize with them and anyone else. i started struggling more with insomnia. i started becoming more and more convinced that other people could read my mind. i would be catatonic for sometimes hours.

for many years in my 20s, i became convinced i was a fallen angel punished by god. i have never been a christian in my life. i'm still not one. i also started believing i was God, that I could control the outcome of things. i had an 8 hour long psychotic episode where i was convinced that a character from a video game was in my house trying to kill me. i was and still am unbearably paranoid.

if i hadn't been diagnosed with schizophrenia in 2017, i would have never known why these things were happening to me, and worse, i may have believed some of my more dangerous delusions. i ended up starting antipsychotic medication and its been a huge game changer for me. not every schizophrenic person needs to be on medication, but it changed my life for the better. i'm definitely glad i'm in care for my schizophrenia now

i can actually sleep. i'm not scared shitless every single day. i'm not convinced there things in my house trying to hurt me. if you're dealing with things like this, it's okay to seek help. you're not alone. psychosis is stigmatized but its a real problem many people deal with. you shouldn't have to suffer in silence. you deserve to know if this is what's going on with you, and where to go from there.

me: no live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality

You are stuck as a soldier in this historical war

(this is a magical universe where people who wouldn't usually be able to fight would. so you can all suffer.)