#generational differences

any phone number that you could rattle off without looking counts here

If you’re gonna walk around your home after 10pm, you need to carry a fully lit candelabra (at least 5 arms/candles).

Need to banish the darkness from your long hallways or lighthouse stairs?

Candelabra.

Want to summon the phantom OR keep him at bay? (He’ll sense which.)

Candelabra.

Do they not teach this stuff in schools anymore? This is basic stuff.

Like, babes, complaining is a completely natural way to release stress and let off steam. Complaining and hating things is not only something that genuinely makes me feel good and comforts me, it’s also how I release built-up anger, reflect on things, and basically have fun. Because yes, hating things is fun. Being a hater is fun. Complaining about people is fun, ranting about what you don’t like is fun, dragging people you dislike is fun.

Just because your idea of fun is being some normie Mr. Wonderful rainbow-unicorn type who only knows how to say “yass queen” and interact through fake, surface-level positivity about generic things with zero substance doesn’t mean we all experience fun and entertainment the same way. Some of us find comfort in looking at people like you and openly saying you give us chronic depression with the amount of nonsense you spew per second, and that’s fine. Our dopamine is just as valid as yours, it’s just triggered differently.

So please, please, please, can all those under-20s —or over-20s who never got past adolescence— shut the fuck up and stop coming onto our posts with the same tired, cult-like positivity speech accusing us of “rage baiting”? It’s not rage baiting, idiot, it’s my way of expressing my disagreement with your mediocrity. If it bothers you, go join some hippie commune, but let the rest of us find our own ways to get endorphins however we can.