Hi. I have a perplexed question.. what possessed this reality to break its own logic and install a restaurant expecting the average customer to cut their own pizza with a pair of FUCKING CRAFT SCISSORS????
This is a story about how my ideas of reality were further, permanently altered by the existence of a unexplained, yes unexplained, craft scissor pizza restaurant (and why yours should be as well), and the source of how and why this blog exists at all.
This story is the first post in a Tumblr blog series following the absurd bullshit that is our reality and lives, and will have many more to come. It is told from the perspective of The Curator, the creator of this Tumblr blog, who is literally myself, as Iāve been living these actual real life experiences while joking about them, with commentaries from my characters who are experiencing this mess alongside me.
The Curatorās writing-style is tangled with and influenced by many different personalities, ideas, and perspectives, including that of Cohort Collective: the main cast of cartoon characters living in their own realities alongside our own, and who are peering into our reality and learning this story as The Curator does. They shall be properly introduced in upcoming posts.
Until then, you may find lines of thinking influencing The Curatorās storytelling coming from: Reinefe, the main voice in The Curatorās mind who assisted them in writing this story; Faostus, the deep ponderer of novel, horror story concepts; Toowieka, not currently present, but not quite forgotten; and of course, our dear cohort, Bowtie, who canāt control its own physics, at all.
(Pictured: The innocent, unsuspecting The Curator out to dinner in the mood for pizza, hoping for an easy-going night.)
Now, to preface this: Please withhold all knee-jerk ideas on what this story is about, and keep in mind this is not an expected gimmick, nor is it an advertised purpose of the restaurant, hence leaving me bamboozled.
Aside from noticing that my pizza was oblong-shaped and mimicked the appearance of a similar, flightier species: the common, restaurant flatbread (a lie to camouflage that itās not a pizza, and so to which, i'll admit, this derailment of expectations was not too chaotic for me at that point), the last thing I anticipated when ordering my dinner was for my waiter to also hand me my flatbr- er, pizza, unsliced and sharing the plate with a pair of GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING SCISSORS.
Hold up, SCISSORS??
Before I could even inquire āwhat in-the-hell-ā, my waiter was gone, and I was left with no answer except to observe what the other restaurant patrons around me were finding time to do in an attempt to figure out what to make of this (as any normal person would). And as I did, I thought:
"Am I just expected to cut my own pizza myself with SCISSORS???"
And as it turns out, yes, yes I was.
So why was I expected to cut my own pizza.. with scissors?
Well obviously for the gimmick, right? Wrong. There was nothing in the decor, the menu, the website, the writing, the general lingo of the restaurant, or even the commentary from the waiter that implied this was a part of the dining experience.
In fact, I was frantically searching the website information and rereading the menu highlights (foreshadowing for a sequel post) to make sure I hadnāt overlooked an explanation in the fine print because the server didnāt even address it with me, just rehearsed the usual āenjoy your mealā then walked off before I could even inquire, āwhatinthefu-ā, because clearly, I had missed something important here.
But no, nothing on that menu or around me was touching this problem with an explanation or answer. Not even a little.
I had to ask Bowtie hanging out on my hat (yes, I assure you, that is a bowtie, plainly. Just like how my pizza is obviously not the common, restaurant flatbread) what the meaning of this was because I was certain dark times were ahead of us when the extra eerie part of this whole ordeal kept setting in and reinforcing itself further: not one human around me seemed to be put in a different headspace about this scissor-cutting, pizza dining experience like I was existing in.
They werenāt speaking around me like it was strange, new and novel, funny and amusing, part of a different culture, out of place, or a deviation from the norm as if they too had just stumbled across a strange gimmick restaurant doing something specific that other restaurants like it weren't interested in even trying as a concept.
Why werenāt they also acting like they had unknowingly just stumbled upon an undecipherable plane of reality that radically altered the human history timeline of how we learned to consume pizza in restaurants? My Mandela effect was frightening.
But no, they were all just scissor-slicing their pizzas and going about their meals, never once lifting their eyebrows about what they were doing. Instead, they were casually chattering away about things like vacations or lengthy, landlord home-owning business strategies with the āadviceā of ChatGPT on how to more easily hijack the lives of the lower class, and all as if this was the most normal fucking thing.
These lunatics had the NERVE to behave as if weāve ALWAYS eaten pizza here in the worthless country I reside in just as is (and trust me, I've traveled through most of the country, eaten many a-pizzas, and no, this doesn't happen).
Not only did the server make no attempt to converse with me about my horrors when I was handed my food in confusion, but he didnāt even look between me and the scissors to discuss proper, scissor-slicing pizza techniques to prepare me for what I was about to have to do in a sink or swim, dire, life and death situation. I was not even granted a brief explanation or a heads up that Iād be cutting my own pizza and that it was with fucking SCISSORS.
Dystopian isnāt even a word to begin explaining this horror show.
So immensely horrified, I was certain that I had stepped into the twilight zone because no one near me even seemed to be under the influence of handling their scissors like they were first-timers trying a new experience in their stagnate lives by engaging in a radically different, pizza consuming exercise.
This was clearly a Mandela effect in real time. This quiet statement from the restaurant patrons around me internally deviated me from my old timeline, with a long-established and unquestioned tradition of being served your pizza pre-sliced where I live..d(?), to a cosmic nightmare beyond human comprehension where I was the only one who saw it.
Horrifying would be an understatement for my poor little head trying to keep the bigger pieces of my understanding of reality in place when this mess didnāt even exist in my well-established, long-lived lifetime of Human Culture and lore.
Now trapped under a large swath of questions running through my head of where I was in reality completely dominating my headspace, I just tried to stay strong with Bowtie and decided to trial cutting my pizza with scissors.
After all, maybe I truly had fallen into a parallel reality that was hotboxed to this little restaurant alone, and should get through the trial by meeting it head-on and getting with, *ahem* their literal spacetime defined by eating pizza with scissors instead of my own spacetime where it comes pre-sliced by a radically different object called a pizza cutter.
Maybe it was better this way, I argued with myself.
I wasnāt ok. But ok, here we goā
Actually, fuck you, that was awful.
It took way too long to cut my pizza, the scissors were stiff and hard to move, it made my fingers hurt, and it took approximately 5x the amount of time to do than if I used a traditional, stupid-looking, pizza cutter, or was simply handed my pizza pre-sliced the way the world around me had forced my expectations of pizza restaurants on to me. Which, for the record, had coerced me into the narrative of what the United States pizza restaurant expectations always were, and thus, was concocting this problem I was having at all.
(P.S. if you are trapped in your own broken, Mandela effected timeline, and horrified at a restaurant providing pre-sliced pizza, this is a pizza cutter, used within the kitchen by the chef in a timeline where slicing pizza yourself is not a customary part of the expected customer restaurant experience.)
Maybe the chefs needed to use scissors to cut the customers' pizza, no god could know why, but did I need to know about it??
Maybe as a gimmick, itās shortly amusing, but- as a stark reminder, I was not in this pre-established dining experience like when one knowingly goes to Korean BBQ with their friends to show off selfies on social media about how the group got to cook their own slabs of meat at a table. So yes, it was freaking eerie and I did not in any way, shape, or form, consider myself naive about other culturesā styles of cuisine l, considering I had been obsessed with showing up for trialing international cuisine since I was a littlebaby The Curator.
I also found that after the first few scissor snips to my pizza, the novelty wore off and it quickly became a battle to cut the pizza all the way through. Then, next thing I knew, I was grabbing at the whole pizza with my hands, getting cheese and grease everywhere trying to hold it in place to finish the job. I was not even able to see how one could easily slice it into equally portioned rectangles for the sake of presentation, like one could with a pizza roller, because of how easy it is to accidentally deviate your trajectory while snipping messy pizza with melted cheese going everywhere and getting in the way.
Then to make the battle worse, the scissors got stuck partway in because they werenāt mobile enough to razor through the whole pizza the way an already agreed-upon, more straightforward object we already invented for cutting pizzas should.
This nightmare was only the beginning..
Continue to part two of this story on why I fucking hate this piece-of-shit planet, and maybe we'll solve this together with my cohort, the stunning and incredibly handsome Reinefe ->
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POV: you just made a frozen pizza in the oven and you're about to cut it. However, you have ZERO knives in your kitchen. what..........will you use?
hmmm... i'm not sure.. maybe scissors? but anyone who uses scissors for cutting pizza must be like super creative and cool and is probably using PIZZA SCISSORS not normal scissors so it doesn't count.. not like i'm talking anyone in particular
Read part 1 of this story to obtain the lore behind why my cohort, Reinefe, is cutting pizza with a pair of FUCKING SCISSORS, because by the end of this post, weāre going to solve this problem together.
(Pictured: The incredibly handsome and stunning Reinefe, with Bowtie, hardly able to understand why this pizza-scissor disaster was happening to our sweet, little The Curator, but in an attempt to rescue them from their horrors, is trying to pre-slice their pizza for them with FUCKING scissors from his own hotboxed, scissor-cutting pizza restaurant in a parallel universe. Sadly, no detail-oriented investigation granted him the ability to touch The Curatorās pizza in their reality directly.)
So, what actually happened here? What is this really about?
Well, when everyone in the restaurant was behaving with an eerie, lived-in as "always happening and normalā sort of response to this scissor-cutting, pizza situation that had been occurring around me, I began to meet the concerned idea that I may actually be in a world where people are not truly aware of what is happening around them. (And believe this is not the bigger hit to this series that crafted these feelings in my own mind either. This is actually a later, spoiler chapter to a long line of build-up that got me to this realization along it.. such as whatever the fuck happened at Whole Foods, as briefly mentioned at the story start. So I assure you, thereās way more coming on how much more dramatically unhinged this series is going to get. You are not prepared, and it is not predictable.)
After all, from my perception, it was almost as if these people were living in a parallel reality where this situation had no reason to be of note-worthy cause to them because it was their day-to-day life, and they had always done this at EVERY pizza parlor in the fucking United Fucking States of Fuck You Pizza Scissor Restaurants Did Not Exist In This God Damn Country never-have-I-everfuckyounotakebacks America.
So I had to ponder, if they weren't from a parallel reality, were these people even able to realize they were actually behaving outside of the usual truth of how humans behave around each other in the timeline I grew up in? Which was: You get a None Pizza With Left Beef ONLY if you explicitly request it, and not with GODDAMN scissors included as a silent, expected requirement to cut it yourself, or else youād look insane.
I highly doubted the patrons of this restaurant were all long-time, scissor-cutting, pizza enthusiasts, and my intuition was sky-high that many would have been first-timers here considering this location was a designated tourist trap for sexy rock-watching and hiking, NEVER unique and unexplained dining experiences, or supernatural, scissor-cutting, pizza phenomena. And from experience, I would know that the restaurants here were generally below average on the adventure scale.., that was, until this shit.
As my mind was trying to rationalize this disaster, it detoured, as all minds have, to other explanations that were more in-line with the unreality exposure to this scenario in the form of offhanded, thought experiments.
So I pondered further, maybe this parallel reality was a real-life, dark work of fiction and I, the narrator, was living in a horror authorās world-building where a bizarre, unexplained and potently hilarious life event that could one day be joked about and lightheartedly laughed off at the dinner table, such as: a stale restaurant coming to life by suddenly serving unsliced pizza with scissors without anyone, sans for the narrator, noting its appearance as out of continuity to reality, could then ease into a slow-burn, plot-progression that eventually reveals that every personās thoughts and ideas are given to them by different, overworld entities that snatch up the minds of humans on our layer of reality to put them into collective hiveminds that drive their ideas from the background, unbeknownst to them, and push them through to actions that are made to drag all of our lives down the drain in a devolving, horrifying nightmare locked into a spacetime poisoned by collective wars, systemic violence, poverty, bigotry, twitter being renamed X-,
And THEN, whatever collective, hivemind carrier got a hold of the bodies in this hotboxed, scissor-cutting pizza restaurant, pulled all the patrons to collectively discard getting any ideas or realizations about the strangeness of what they were up to, and to remember cutting pizza with scissors as having always happened.
Meanwhile, the narrator was pummeled by a different hivemind carrier with thoughts made to throw them for a Mandela Effect, spacetime-shattering loop by seeing and over-realizing the odd behavior beyond what they wished they were aware of.
Then, without the restaurant patrons being given any ideas to react in confusion to the out-of-left-field impulse to begin slicing their own pizza with scissors, the narrator was left unable to speak the story of the scissor-cutting pizza restaurant without being seen as oblivious to a small subset needing to hide the truth about this with a lie, because obviously, this is definitely normal in America if you had any understanding of italian tradiNO.
Thatās not what this is about. And Iāll provide evidence of the fallout around that line of thinking in the sequel to this horror story about how bad it is that our lives are this meaninglessly absurd. Itās bad. So bad, I need to elaborate.
Why meaninglessly absurd and in what way? Well, to start, we canāt even choose our own thoughts or ideas to be who we would want to be, they decide for usā¦ and because I couldnāt even choose who I wanted to be outside of responding as a participant of our societal expectations on how pizza is served, I was designated and forced into a role that I didnāt even ask for.
I was, on the behalf of our society, having to come up with an explanation for this nightmare because my mind could only use ideas collected from what OUR reality had handed me. And now, I had to answer to this bullshit all alone, without any other way to reason it because our Fucking UNITED STATES of No-Pizza-Scissors-Ever America didnāt give me a protocol for how to even start reacting to it.
THAT is how underprepared humans are for anything, even after being forced to spend our entire first two and a half decades of life going to school and then generally obtaining at least one college degree. We are not taught how to think or react to the world around us beyond being dictated to live as a very small collection of stories our society forces us into, that doesnāt even speak on what we are doing here in reality, at all.
A society so lowly, it didnāt even need or want to prepare me, or anyone, for situations that could carnage our lives, such as: wars, natural disasters, the creation of social media, billionaires, billionaires buying social media, getting sucked into parallel realities with scissor-cutting pizza restaurants, etc on the offhand it may occur, and so forth. And definitely, we live in a society so lowly, it doesnāt even want us to create new ideas to make our own informed decisions to avoid, anticipate, or navigate this realityās own bullshit.. ohmygod-
Where is free will in all of this?
Without a doubt, not happening. Not even if I wanted to pretend I was making my own decisions. Since we all rely on the world weāre in to create scenarios and stories that give us the ideas we make decisions with, and because our world does not allow unique ways of thinking, I canāt even use the lie of free will to pretend that I, or anyone, has access to deciding their lives for themselves. We are all living and moving with nothing more than a sad, traumatizing handful of pre-constructed options from our society to make our lives out of, based on what reality meets these options with.
Free will may exist in other realities, but definitely not here.
In fact, now Iām recalling something akin to what Einstein said once in a quote about free will: āā¦that man cannot will what he willsā, which clearly was ONLY made to keep me, yes, me specifically, waking up at 2 am in a cold sweat as I consecutively remember how much the Neils Bohrās Model of the Atom was standardized in our school system, despite being designed as visually inaccurate, sloppily cobbled together bullshit.
Turns out, he was basically winging an art project that had nothing to do with the real behavior of atoms, and got awarded for it. So much so, that I know you all remember seeing those diagrams of electrons in their planetary orbitals around the nucleus of an atom in science class.
Getting accurate information about anything is so rigged here, even our own school system will enable the hardship by knowingly teaching us bullshit. Just like teaching that Neils Bohrās Model of the Atom as a truth with literally no forewarning of its lifelessness and fabrication to real atom behavior.
And for what? To confuse us and build a foundation of horrifying misinformation on ālittle, white liesā that digs us into deeper holes as these little, white lies keep collecting during our time in school and become part of our foundational knowledge of reality. Somehow, our reality justified this shitty atom diagram as working āgood enoughā to be taught, even if itās completely wrong(?? Uh???), and the consequences are dire when the majority of our population is taught misinformation most will never learn the truth about... regarding our fucking reality.
And all of this was because teachers in school didnāt feel like explaining the truth about the real, observed behavior of the building blocks founding our literal reality because they thought it was TLDR, an acronym for Too Long; Didnāt Read (even though we attend school to not TLDR).
The truth that our system hid from the majority, unless one decides to career their worthless j*b into advanced physics, is that what electrons actually do is something we assume the implications of and call being in a state of superposition around an atom instead.
By definition, a superposition is essentially meaningless bullshit about how subatomic particles do not exist in any definable location, and are assumed being in all locations and identities(??uh??realitywhat?) as a wave-like probability distribution until āobservationā or "measurement" (by whom? The observer.) to which that wave function responds by deciding to turn into a particle, or something really stupid like that.
But the best part is that they are not able to be exactly measured because of the fucked up truth that quantum particles hang out beyond the speed of light, or between it, or some shit. Meaning, we can never truly understand or learn them to make sense of ourselves and everything within and around us.
AND then, because thatās apparently not enough bullshit, quantum particles learned how to further bullshit us with the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, which states that between measuring a particleās position and momentum, the more precisely one is measured, the more the other eats shit and stops being fucking known.
So we canāt even actually measure quantum particles, just ācollapse that wave-like probability distribution functionā into particle-ing more-probably with more probability right there, probably. Whatinthefu- And this is quite literally the behavior of our reality. Ok.
Hi. Please talk about this more with real awareness, not hand-waving bullshit explaining it away.
How does that make sense?
It actually sounds like a little kid invented that REAL LIFE world-building for an elementary school project after learning the Neils Bohrās Model of the Atom because they weren't yet developed enough to have a way to fill in the plot holes, and didn't need to find out how to fix it because nobody would notice they gave a non-answer explaining it away. And then, other humans, who didnāt know what they are looking at, but are expected to entertain it with high-prestige as the foundation of reality, began overwriting their own convoluted ideas for why reality does this, further complicating everything into a tangled, String Theory mess. Nobody has wanted to question why we live in BAD world-building to begin with and try to solve THAT problem instead. All of it. That's how FUCKED UP THIS SHIT IS.
FYI, even though quantum particles use a COMPLETELY different physics than our classical physics world (THEY DONāT USE THE SAME PHYSICS. We have more than one proven physics happening in our observable reality, what the fuck else are these āwave-particle dualityā quantum shits hiding from us??), no one looks even a little disoriented by that fact, because, they assume it's all fine and dandy if there is a yet-to-be-solved continuity problem between the multiple physics happening in front of them. And the reason is because instead of acknowledging physics is broken here, theyāll overwrite the BAD world-building reality is actually being to further assume itās definitely easily explained as a singular, straight, connected line in logic that we havenāt solved yet by building more convoluted, weirder and weirder math equations on top of it.
Meanwhile, I am blatantly questioning the sanity of assuming quantum mechanics can be rationally connected to our macro reality based on the assumption they go hand-in-hand 100% of the time (but god, I WISH it did make sense) when our atoms are essentially being such a piece of fucking bullshit, I had to make my own diagram to make sense of this shit to other people.
(Pictured: Both The Curator and Cohort Collective hard at work attempting to uncomplicate and explain the real life, world-building bullshit that quantum mechanics has handed us on the behavior of electrons in an atom. And all to help guide future scholars easing into getting an education from a dystopian school system that is forcing them to learn Neils Bohrās inaccurate bullshit Model of the Atom instead.)
Quantum mechanics is invented by our very own reality that wants us to never question or learn what it is intentionally doing with us and why, and then forces us to think its bullshit is unanswerable by default. All of this is to prevent us from seeking further or inventing new theories around our physics.
We could redefine what science even is by refusing to engage with realityās unknowableness in quantum particle behavior, and instead by using an overview observation to form new theories around why this is happening at all because it should be seen as malicious and highly SUS behavior from said subatomic particles and reality itself.
(Pictured: Cohort Collective hard at work expanding on their Superposition Model of the Atom to better characterize and explain the ACTUAL, real life behavior of all subatomic particles to help educate future scholars who never wanted to know why, but must now wake up at 2am in a cold sweat pondering why atoms are acting so SUS.)
I refuse to enable the lie of quantum mechanics that this unknowableness to our realityās behavior is a bigger wonder and/or deep mystery that we are not meant to understand, just accept at face value, and never truly try to find an actual explanation to this. I guess to every human out there, it doesnāt matter as long as quantum particles can bullshit us further into being used to make quantum computers in our macro reality to distract us from how SUS they actually are.
Quantum Particles are claiming to be the entire foundation to our reality, and then they have the nerve to waste our fucking time by leading us on and acting as if their only purpose, beyond being the very undefinable composition of all of reality, is to be a nifty, problem-solving innovation in cryptography by granting us superposition avenues to both encrypt and hack each other more elaborately with their bullshit decision to behave as quantum computers.
Meanwhile, absolutely nothing in society is working like it should, and we donāt even need quantum particles being used as quantum computers to improve society, actually. We just need to be a little nicer to each other. Just fyi.
Quantum particles are masterminds of being nothing but garbage and had somehow convinced us, the lifeforms composed entirely of them, of their importance by only allowing us to use them for garbage calculations under designated, garbage ideas of reality that they generate for us, between leading us on to believe they are too mysterious, complicated and unsolveable.
These sick fucks behaving as us could move us to instantly resolve all of these calculations and give us the keys to reality, as well as allow us basic information about ourselves, if they wanted to, but instead they are here to solely waste our lifetimes and make us live in a reality that is full of so much actual, literal garbage, it is polluting our only planet to death. Why??????????ĀæĀæĀæ?what. who invented this? quantum particles, are you really our reality? Sus.
Itās especially torturous to witness when all of you lunatics make me get up in the morning and fear for my life because if I don't get enough money to pay my rent with a j*b that doesn't even want me to make enough money to be allowed to eat, let alone pay my rent, Iāll die. But then that gets treated as a panic attack and mental health problem that just needs talk therapy and positive-thinking, not a systemic overhaul answering why in the FUCKYOU QUANTUM PARTICLES. You WANTED to be THIs apparently, and what for???
So FUCKING NOW, Iām clawing my sanity apart realizing free will must truly not exist here if we lead lives under this crap without putting its implications into our actual perspectives of the world around us.
So anyways, does quantum mechanics want to be a bro and validate the probable existence of free will or explain our own lives and existences in any meaningful way? No, it wonāt.
Instead, itād rather bullshit us by behaving as that stupider, no-logic, superposition bullshit and then grant us more unusable bullshit like quantum cryptography because it does know what we are up to and wants us to suffer, including me specifically because this fucking reality has it out for me and I can prove it by the existence if that FUCKING CRAFT SCISSOR PIZZA RESTAURANT.
And why would I say that quantum do particles know what we are up to and want to torture me, yes, me specifically? Well-
You know those concepts like the Shrƶdingerās Cat thought experiment that are made to break your brain trying to comprehend how the cat sitting in the box with poison can be both alive and dead until observed because of that superposition bullshit?
Well, that was a literal critique on how bullshit and fabricated the concept of subatomic particles using superpositions in tangible reality sounds, and stems from Shrƶdingerās feelings that have to really contend with the actually WTF, scientifically-verified Double-slit Experiment which proved that the behavior and form of our very quantum particles ARE refusing to tangibly behave as a reality unaware of us.
In short, it was found out during the experiment that shooting photons and electrons one at a time through two slits will produce either a particle or wave-interference pattern on the other side, depending on whether we actually measure (or observe) the photon or electron as it passes through the two slits. The quantum particle SUSpiciously changes its behavior from a dispersed energy wave to a tangible particle that goes on to structure our macro-reality the moment we measure it. Anyways forget chihuahua or muffin, particle or wave, motherfucker?
The result of the Double-slit Experiment actually provides hard evidence that our object-based, material, macro-reality is always looking back at US. And SUSpiciously, this real truth remains outside of our own need to fully understand and implicate what this probably means about our daily lives, beyond what we concluded over 100 years ago at the time of the experiment, because we see it as so irrelevant, weād rather just use quantum particles to hack each otherās computers or some shit. Whatthefu-
Quantum particles will literally keep tabs on us and then swap between a wave and particle identity depending on how theyāre feeling about us measuring them. AND because everyone is so uninterested in the hard truth of reality being THIS psychotic to CHOOSE to behave this way, our minds are forced to not remain aware of it in our lifestyles. But even though it's proven reality is not material or using classical physics as its entire foundation, most scientists wonāt even reason with these cold, hard facts.
Instead, theyād rather contentedly pretend reality is still sanely nothing more that material and classical physics-based with no morphing physics.. despite quantum mechanics being right there and our scientific research and understanding of science in its entirely being mainly built upon and funded, more-or-less, by corporate capitalismās slave and war agenda- oh, and also- fuck you quantum particles i see you back and i'm ready to bullshit you back and fucking fist-fight.
Oh, ALSO, scientists are such assholes about being wrong most of the time, and so intentionally close-minded, despite being SCIENTISTS, that the creator of the Boltzmann brain thought experiment, which plays on the probability that weāre more likely to be a brain that spontaneously formed in space hallucinating our very existence instead of living in an already disproven, material reality.., was ridiculed relentlessly by the so-called physics community for his theories in thermodynamics.
So because Boltzmannās science-minded peers lacked human compassion and common sense to be curious enough to ponder thermodynamics with him, even though Boltzmann ended up ultimately Being Proven Right about said theories in thermodynamics, he tragically never lived long enough to be validated by his discoveries by smoking a giant, celebratory blunt of āI told you soā in front of his dumber peers at the podium.
Which if Boltzmann had done so, he would have immediately been hotboxed to a parallel reality where he was cutting pizza with scissors between hanging out with me and sharing my existential crisis about that brain thought experiment he came up with because quantum particles do be acting Sus making pizza scissors exist. And, he would have still had time to warp back to that podium and prove real time travel, the mandela effect and parallel realities that serve unsliced pizza with scissors as hard facts as well altering my current timeline forever and sparing me from having to be the only one able to explain why craft scissor pizza restaurants are bullshit.
But instead, because Boltzmann was SUSpiciously forced into having thoughts and feelings from our piece-of-shit society and reality that made him want to give up, that parallel reality of proving reality is bullshit never melded into this one, and instead, I have to do all the work myself because Boltzmann tragically ended his l-
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-line of thinkingHuh. Wait, what.
Oh, that? Up there? Hm.. Just a thought experiment and neuroplasticity exercise to strengthen those unique, skill-building, neural brain connections.
Instead of playing sudoku, I prefer engaging in exploratory lines of thinking to write better tumblr blog posts made to force you, the average content-regurgitator, to sometimes actually read more than your usual 280 characters of cyclical discourse that never ends in character growth.. because weāre tortured in our current, sad, The Historical Boltzmann Podium Blunt Effect-less timeline.
- by the way, did you know I once upon a time had a roomba named Boltzmann?. ..
Side-note, how is all of that bullshit up there allowed to be called Normal, Sane Science, meanwhile, its tangible statement about how absurdly, irrational reality is can be heavily ignored and even weaponized by the general population to treat individuals as insane for simply wanting to know, to learn, to talk about, to meet, or even idea with those implications to expand their own walls of thinking into untreaded territory?
Oh, right, because human mindsā are part of the devolve. As I said, dark times are for sure ahead of us if no one can even think this scientific, superposition problem actually matters and needs solving.. No, not the quantum particles being meaningless bullshit one, I'm talking about a more important, immediately-pressing, sadder bullshit: how I ended up in an unexplained, craft scissor pizza restaurant that clearly existed in a quantum superposition until I walked into it and was forced by my lack of free will to observe it into our reality, obviously.
And in trying to solve it, I concluded, that yes, science is so fucked up, that even concepts in classical physics that have definitive equations prefer to provide no reasonable explanation for why other than yes, such as time dilation, which absolutely cannot make sense to human logic if you try to think about it expansively, no matter how much you math equation it.
Such as, what would happen to an individual's life if they were left in a gravitational pull that moved their time far, far slower than being on our Earth, such as nearing the event horizon of a blackhole? Oh-, and in case you werenāt aware, as it so turns out, just standing on the top of Mount Everest actually makes your atomic watch out of sync to the rest of the Earth populationās time down here at sea level by roughly 0.17-0.18 microseconds a day because time moves faster with less gravity. But apparently, real life, proven, observable time dilation IS pointless information to humans in its implications of our mediocre existences.
So thinking about those black holes, what alternate reality would an individual's life be fucked over into IF they could survive the crushing gravity of one to watch their own existence in time come to a near halt as the rest of reality around them has the quantum-fuck-you, fast-forward button pressed on the reality VCR?
I doubt itād be whatever happened to that dude in Interstellar or whatever, but no one needed to wonder about these stories outside of mindless entertainment to promptly forget about because we devalue imagination. But hey, what interstellar got some of correctly is how love is definitely a truth in forging huge, reality-shattering connections. (Iāll commit to explaining that idea in another story.)
So, by that jumping off point, Iād actually reason that parallel realities are an extremely easy logic for the human mind to grasp in comparison to our real life physics lore, and completely sane and rational to think about, let alone believe in.
Afterall, thanks to mainstream media like the shittily-written, Marvel Cinematic Multiverse, and the Rick and Morty dimension-hopping shenanigans, we have already installed easier ways to canonize the idea of parallel realities in the general populationās thoughts (p.s. where did those ideas even come from? SUS. š¤) And so by that logic, Iād assme we must start agreeing on the truth of these ideas because they don't even break a mind to really understand that setup in a fictional world-building.
The night and day difference in where we could be stashing our theories to tinker with, and living our lives when our minds can, with more general accessibility and with quicker ease, generate those sci-fi concepts with bigger thinking caps, in contrast to the theories we use in our lived ideas of science, is right there in front of us.
We could expand our world so fast with a different approach to how we trial learning science. Think of how fast we can connect ideas to invent with grander purpose through the world around us from simply using imagination alone to trial how to invent the impossible, BEFORE learning what humans decided is No from scientists only interested in lamely interpreting whatās in front of us by deciding science exists to only tell us Noā¦ I see you quantum particles and I know youāre up to some real bullshit denying the human populationās minds the truth about parallel realities.
AND clearly, we are experiencing a parallel reality right now just by the existence of this account because in my old reality, my mind didn't even begin to have a way to ever access and explain my feelings in this type of presentation.
So, in conclusion, if subatomic particles want to WATCH US according to REAL science, and that concept still sounds too stupid and outlandish in our minds to be true (SUS), then parallel realities sounding way saner means they likely, actually can easily exist within our physics(s), are clearly melding in and out of our current reality, and can easily be proven if we can simply notice them happening like I have.
All weād need to do to conclude the proof of parallel realities in finality would be to simply be curious enough to follow the idea and research it the way Boltzmannās science-minded peers were obviously curious enough to research alongside him on his, at the time, about-to-be proven theories in thermodynamics. Which is why heās obviously here today from his podium blunt time travels to agree with me on how a real life parallel reality kinda did just tangle with ours, with proof, because it forked all of us to said parallel reality where the fucking existence of craft scissor pizza restaurants is now irrefutable.
Well, anyhow-
So, I meet and ask you: are you aware of your own experiences of bizarre occurrences where something lifted into your reality (such as a craft scissor pizza restaurant, with no explanation happening through it) that completely shattered your expectations and routine of what is normal for reality, while no one around you even behaved as if it was strange, when it absolutely should have been?
Because you should keep track of those events, and perhaps, maybe even share your own stories for the research purposes of collecting details that might help build-up a bigger, stronger picture of our actual, true reality being a FUCKING BULLSHIT.
Who knows, those lived truths might help you write an award-winning, horror novel, or introspective, tumblr, blog post that did not initially get an algorithm handshake for anyone to know of its existence, unlike my own inability to be left out of whatever overworld, hivemind algorithm pummeling my mind with unwanted ideas to walk into and be forced to dine-in at an unexplained bullshit that is The Fucking Craft Scissor Pizza Restaurant.
By the way, there is another takeaway I hope to shatter your ideas of reality with: Thatās the kick that all humans are programmed to get mind-broken by, just FYI. You are not exempt from it. Take my lived experiences as your actual life stories as a collective, human-hivemind species, and not as an isolated, standalone conflict that I, The Curator, may have been having. This event is in no way unlike what all human are designed to feel disturbed by, by default.
Reality is so horrifying in its deliberate decision to ONLY want our bodies to use the ideas and meaning that comes from the stories we forced upon each other through our system, that our brains, without our own input, will subconsciously assign the ideas from our flawed social system to our own perceptions and senses to interpret and feel our non-social system bodies and environment around us with.
So much so, that we can't even easily think of inspecting or wondering about our own reality, or even figure out what and who we are from a non-societal standpoint, despite being bodies that are not born from that system. This is horrifying. Quantum particles, get the fuck back here from your superposition state of being right fucking now, and explain what the fuck this is that YOU generated into this reality, fuckyou.
That also means that we cannot decide who we want to be, how we'll interpret or respond to information, or even how we'll decide to communicate amongst each other about our life experiences, let alone know how we, or others, will interpret those lived experiences without our society's stories being our only reference points.
So, we are lined up to experience events which will either reinforce our societyās stories, and pull us further into identifying within the system, or, one of us may occasionally be tossed a counter-feeling to completely dismantle those stories in our heads, and our own meaning within it. And depending on which side of the coin that event pulls you, it will easily either further define or redefines an individualās sense of self and purpose, and definitively shapes who they will ultimately become according to their society's ideas, not even their own.
What is even more fucked up about this, is because the the only allowed baseline reference point is the society that humans invented, trying to deviate from it is directly connected to, according to said society, being seen as a direct act of violent, controversial opposition to the lives of those living within that societal system.
If our system is not being used as everyoneās only reference points for how our ideas of purpose, as well as our inner identities, will be allowed to be here at all, it holds less power to control our lives and force our entire planetās clear-as-day, downward trajectory into a devolve.
And so, to keep its carnage, our society trained the minds of those identifying with and living within the system to believe their own lives are being threatened by those individuals deviating, even slightly, from any explanations our society has taught us on why we exist, and who we are allowed to be.
When deviations from the expected routine threatens the existence of the deformed, devolving, power-hungry system, to maintain its power, it weaponizes the feelings of those living within that system and identifying through it to feel threatened by those helpless individuals deviating so the masses can be rallied to retaliate and fight against anyone attempting to remove themselves from it, no matter how innocuously.
So these poor individuals are treated as a threat to the system, our society, and otherās lives, when in reality, all theyāre trying to do is just stay away from said people who have it out for them, live their own life, and truly do just be standing there. š§āāļø
Meaninglessly, all of this is without our own ability to truly know what we actually wanted, and who we really were if we didn't happen to fall into the right life circumstances to spur an event that granted us better access to realizing it.
Even more fucked up, our purposes and wildest dreams, defined by our society, are most likely actually some of our biggest nightmares, and without a comparison experience to help us broaden our understanding of who we could be, that thing we call peak existence isnāt able to be actualized as the horrifying, bullshit lie it really is so it can finally be discarded and pulled away from, in exchange for our lives to finally connect to fucking helping each other meet a real point to existing in this shithole at all.
I optimistically believe humans might be able to generate more potential realities to entertain a bigger hope for grabbing access to actual free will by pushing against the boundaries of our locked options within our system, society, stories, lives, etc. and help create new experiences that are not currently present to enable all of us to find new thinking patterns to evolve and become everything we could have possibly wanted.
Yes, this absolutely is encased a fight for our lives to even be here through our own unique expressions of race, sexuality, gender identity, disability, unique ways of perceiving the world, among other marginalized experiences, and maybe even other ways to exist not yet understood because of our society not even having a reference point for it.
These cherished experiences create new outlets to experience and learn our minds, bodies, senses, ways of coloring and engaging with our reality, and shifting our collective behaviors to seek more than this bullshit.
Meaningfully, these ideas of experience, from personal identity and beyond, cannot be dislocated from learning what reality is. They create our potentials for what our minds can believe in and behave with in exchange for collecting an entirely new, innovative way to move as a population, form a society, and understand reality.
Now, with all of that put in place, what this is really about is how much my life was shaped by just the way the craft scissor pizza restaurant situation played out. The way this scenario played out was not even me meeting my own life, but a scenario entirely generated through me based on the stories programmed into me about what is and isn't actually happening in this reality and what to expect from our daily lives by the society I am sickeningly, forced to reckon with.
So now, i'm on an even more bizarre and unpredictable spacetime trajectory where Iām apparently opposing our system without even choosing to, with obviously no holding from said, pathetic, lousy society around me
Even more disturbing, way the way the craft scissor pizza restaurant was revealed to me was so important in the butterfly effect details, that it required this exact, strict play of events to entirely shatter my old life path and purpose because if it had not happened this way, this tumblr blog would have never existed.
All it would have taken for this account to have never existed would have been something as simple as me reading a setup on the restaurant menu, such as an option to "order your pizza unsliced for a unique dining experience ;)", a comment from the waiter expanding on the reason for the scissors, or even offhandedly overhearing another surprised and worried customer ask about the scissors. This would have solidified my suspicions that this was definitely out of the norm to the world around me, and was obviously just a normal-er bullshit, not a spacetime warping one.
My brain would have automatically re-contextualized the entire situation as a normal-er occurrence because it was given a way to explain itself away as purposefully logical in its decision to be illogical, via our societies expectations of when and how unexplained situations are categorized as normal.
This account would have felt unnecessary because the end of the conversation would have just landed me in a feeling and thinking pattern about how it was kinda like going to something stupider than that obviously not-stupid, Korean BBQ. Thus, my thoughts would not have generated this very dissertation and story that came to be here right now from having to ponder and meet my reactive societal programming within what is clearly, a new parallel reality, in this manner.
Had this situation played out in any of the above contexts, there would have been no butterfly effect of events to create this very āwhat is reality?ā dissertation for me to finally have the ideas and follow-through on how to create a platform to exchange the ideas that had been living in my head rent free for years, that were always ignored outright or mocked and had the context taken away from them if I had so much as mentioned my ideas anywhere.
I was lifted into this by such a hyper-specific sequence of physical events, down to the tiniest details, that it granted me the keys to a unused, locked door within my own mind that I was able to open to learn how to finally start making this entire reality meet these ideas and feelings from my mind in a real, contextualized storytelling I could never have produced otherwise. Now I can finally, HOPEFULLY, get SOME catharsis on how fucked up this existence is.
AND hopefully, because this character blog is now here, it can potentially, radically alter a readerās own life in how they start thinking about this piece-of-shit planet, and create a ricochetting, butterfly effect in how their own thinking and ideas can forwardly move them to learn their lives beyond the norm. Who knows? Maybe itāll even pull them to change one decision in their life that unknowingly walks them into a situation with itās own, hyper-specific, physical play of events that grants them their own keys to open the other doors around their mind, altering our behaviors and literal reality further.
And we can keep STACKING MOVEMENT SEQUENCES as more and more individuals think differently to keep moving differently in their physical environment, easily building upon their ideas by actualizing who we would have been, until we collectively deviate into a unique spacetime that recreates our entire reality to something, hopefully, kinda chill.
But had that sequence of events not pulled my life that specific in the details, I would have never connected the above ideas, and kept the memory of this entire situation stashed in my mind as perhaps, just an incredibly uncharacteristic and bizarre, but hilarious situation I had found myself in to share at the dinner table and laugh about with everyone, then promptly forget after. Thatās about it. No further commentaries.
But in that instance, that play of events in how I experienced that craft scissor pizza restaurant had spun in a direction so intricately specific, down to its tiny details, that its implications about me having walked right into a real life parallel reality cannot be denied by my own mind because this entire story and dissertation is all a direct part of its butterfly effect timeline.
Even if a later, fabricated "logic" tried to meet this story to explain it away, it's important to understand that logic isn't truth, just another invented, absurd concept made to deviate us from and explain away anything that could actually be stranger and less logic than our own, literal fiction. Psst, just like how Rick and Morty using a portal gun to dimension hop can conceptually make way more sense than whatever the fuck real life quantum particles are doing being aware of us, as well as this fucked up pizza-scissor restaurant bullshit landing here. When both scenarios have to be interpreted with our garbage, real life, stupid societies idea of logic, it means I donāt even get to use easier Rick and Morty portal gun or inter-dimensional cable logic to rationalize in my mind why and how either could be able to occur without yet knowing the answer.
Logic is a cover to pretend anything currently unknown has already been answered, often by our societies extremely stupid parameters, ceasing any need to dig deeper. Logic is so inventive, it can become anything as long as we simply decide it so. With our star example being apparently we live in a classical physics reality that includes time dilation which is apparently wholly rational because the math checks out, even though there is nothing rational or logical in the idea of being able to physically time travel based on where we be standing in gravityās spacetime. š§āāļø
Now, letās dissertate all of societal logic just a little bit.
What if society was radically different? Who would we be then in comparison or contrast to it? How would our thoughts, ideas, and real behaviors be driven differently in a system extremely unlike our own, assuming said system is still not granting our minds access to ideas and feelings to make decisions beyond its own, incredibly limited, and equally, absurd scope of whatever our collective society decided as yes and no?
What would have happened if it was considered a normal and mandatory cuisine experience in our society for restaurants to try to always show each other up by doing something completely, bastardizingly, bullshitingly bizarre, with a strict requirement to never explain it to the customer and to never allow the customers to talk about it either due to a hardwired, societal tradition?
Leaning further into that, what if it was even considered socially taboo, disruptive, and disturbing to ever question whatever experience the restaurant handed you? (As opposed to our heavenly society, always encouraging you to question everything, obviously.)
Then this would have been a radically different story where I would have just anticipated the craft scissor pizza restaurant experience to have no explanation and felt safe about the randomness of it, because my expectations by society were for something strange to happen at every location, and thus, the rug would not have been pulled out from under me because it would have been a routine. Even unpredictable events can become normal if we decide to collectively define when and how to anticipate it.
Even more distorted, I may have had a horrified reaction at having my pizza come blandly pre-sliced if it was considered illegal to not do something absurd during a customerās restaurant dining experience, because it was strictly breaking our societyās cuisine tradition, that was taught to be sacred and valuable. How out of logic is this? Not at all under different parameters of daily life.
Similarly, I definitely would have felt sickened in the same line of logic if the waiter decided to break expected societal behavior and explain what the scissors were for to me beforehand for context. In an isolated event, I would have thought the waiter was mentally unwell and/or experiencing a psychosis (if society had taught me that this is what going insane was), but, if the situation had instead been led with all the customers additionally explaining the scissors to each other, a worse fallout would have occurred that could cause my own perception of that reality to be fully shattered because of how eerie, unrealistic, and improbable that scenario would have been for an entire group of people that were hardwired by the system to not explain the dining process, to actually undergo a complete break from it without a reason to be needing to do so.
Even more comically, what if now, in another scenario, because of the expected societal tradition and law for a restaurant to never explain its increasingly bizarre dining decisions to the customer, and even require they frequently participate, even more destructive dining experiences could begin non-consensually finding their way into everyoneās day to day that derails their lives, purpose, time, and energy, and yet, gets to be treated as normal.
(Pictured: Angry and confused Gooders (Goo-ders) who ended up walking into a craft scissor pizza restaurant that was, unbeknownst to them until it was far too late, hotboxed to a parallel reality where they were additionally forced to unearth their scissors and pizza from a stone with a miniature pickaxe.. and all without a mandatory (in their customs) second pickaxe to reasonably accommodate the both of them, shattering their expectations of reality.)
For example, unfortunately for these poor Gooders (Goo-ders), being handed one's food encased in a stone with a miniature pickaxe to show up the craft scissor pizza restaurant quickly becomes a time-waster of the customer trying to figure out how to get access to eating their food straight-forwardly between having their mood, energy, and schedule derailed from doing more meaningful things.
But, unlike these dimension-jumping Gooders, who were more combative due to not actually living within this realityās parameters and could just leave, everyone in this reality is living with less and less time of their actual, tangible fucking lifespans to do more purposeful anything because they are being forced into and slaved to a system over-complicating every meal and not giving them an out..
Additionally, behind this realityās innocent-sounding backstory of making each meal an unexplained, convoluted mess under the guise of cherished tradition, anyone being slaved to this systemic routine could never obtain, let alone actualize a better life when their reality has hostaged their minds, bodies, time, energy, money, mood, ideas, purpose, love, etc. to doing this shit multiple times a day.
Even more worse, if this realityās society used a high-cost-of-living monetary system during a recession, the increasing cost of food to accommodate the more complex dining experiences could easily force innocent lives into poverty, homelessness, and death if their finances who couldnāt keep up. And this violence would definitely be normalized and completely, disturbingly senselessly enacted under the lie of a āboring, mundane lifeā without acknowledgement from the entire population except to blame those affected. And All over a concept this fucking absurd, bullshit and made-up.
But further down this nightmare rabbit hole that was based on a stupid joke about how reality can be completely random and absurd in its logic, in a scenario where an individual had grown up living under these convoluted dining expectations, even just thinking about how heartbreaking it is to lose their life and time to continuously escalating, dragged out, convoluted dining experiences would illicit a deeply-hardwired irrational, unreasonable, shameful, or cringe reaction rooted in self-blame and disgust towards either themselves or others for not wanting to participate in it, and all due to how their society upholds the requirement to lash out at perceived deviants. This would likely force the individual from even trying to take action, let alone believe they could escape the nightmare if they wanted to. But then again,
For this hypothetical individual, perhaps trying to get out feels even more improbable and pointless if they even could realign their mind to not feel that irrational disgust thanks to those who live in society just to be pure evil and enable this bullshit by believing this is obviously all reality is for, no other stories or logic allowed, and are ready to lean into justifying the opportunity to take otherās lives apart like itās a sport because they want to force even their own lives into being this purposeless and meaningless. And all of this over something as fucking stupid as someone not wanting to have to unearth their pizza and pizza-scissors from a stone with a miniature pickaxe because it steals like 3 hours of their life and costs $50.
Finally, in this reality, I bet all of this bullshit exists solely because it'd been worked into the system as financially profitable to billionaires exclusively to maintain the status quo of ultimately convoluting every dining experience to more recessive degrees under the guise of societal advancement because itās obviously more inventive and complex.. Which btw, I have some news for you about a lot of things happening in our society right now...
And now, every life in this hypothetical reality can never be cherished and everyone has to suffer unfathomably thanks to this absurd horror show bullshit that is, by our realityās logic, a laughably, fucking stupid eatery idea gone wrong, because clearly, our realityās society is so above torturing each other just as stupidly for no reasonā¦ rightā¦ right???.
After all, our society totally doesnāt respond with similar anger and violence at overtly absurd ideas, such as someone just wanting to be paid a living wage at their j*b that is essential to keeping society functioning at all.
Hear this again. Anger and violence. People feel pure rage and hatred and respond with violence at the concept of an employee (a word devaluing a human being with worth and life) getting paid a living wage performing essential work just to keep affording an overpriced, shoebox-sized, studio apartment exclusively so that they they can die a little less fast to fulfill their purpose of getting up every day and continuing to go to that j*b in a cycle towards their death. And absurdly, we all enable this even when it isnāt benefiting anyone, and even call it out but just keep behaving as it(????ĀæĀæĀæĀæ?). Pointlessly.
And clearly, our society always questions why it makes most of the population irrationally angry and violent just to hear about someone needing help staying alive so they can keep working that shitty j*b to keep society running for those billionaires to invent, uh, if Iām being realistic, apparently cybertrucks that look like they were from a parallel reality that melded into here where physics made everything look like a low-poly video game because quantum particles thought this was a good use of reality(????ĀæĀæĀæ??). Apparently.
But what is actually absurd about this, is that people want this at all and keep moving to uphold and maintain this fucked up bullshit even when they donāt like it or are directly impacted by it (????ĀæĀæ??Āæ). In fact, people donāt just enable this mess, no matter how stupid it gets, they defend it to their garbage deaths where apparently our quantum particle bodies may be decomposing back into superpositions to then collapse their wave function back into garbage quantum particles just so they can, with more probability, more probably behave as cybertrucks.. most likely. Except we will never be able to know with certainty where that particle is in cybertruck position because it doesnāt want to be measured, even though the macro-parallel reality cybertruck is right thereā¦- wait, no, scratch that part about people decomposing into quantum particle superpositions just so they can collapse their waveform bodies into cybertrucks, that isnāt stupid enough to be real life world-building because that literally would make sense on Rick and Morty and thus, couldnāt be taken seriously here.
Ok, look, I will say it, billionaire is a cartoonish concept in plain sight. Words like billionaire and trillionaire sound like they came from a cartoon, not even our lives here.
So uh, where are we in reality? The one where the concept of a billionaire-almost-trillionaire driving a cybertruck, both in visualization and language-feel doesnāt even seem correct to the environment design of this reality, I s2g.
Because of this crap, I have a working theory our reality is potentially collaged with a lot of other realities, outside of our awareness, and everything we call stable and tangible reality is actually just other realities under this realityās primary composition being shoddily glued together. Because reality will change as we learn it along us, something (SUS) is keeping track of the changes and differences to meaninglessly hide its bullshit collaging under all of our stupid logic.
Thatās why we have a break in classical physics and quantum mechanics. I would even say the reason we canāt measure quantum particles with certainty is because they arenāt fully actualized in this tangible reality. And going further, because zooming into our reality is done purely through a microscope and with measurement devices that are not our own senses detecting them, that extrodinary zoom may as well be us truly using objects to peer into an alternate reality that isnāt integrated in its entirely here, hence the overcomplicated mathematics.
Mathematics is its own absurd language that talks at not just ideas in our reality, but also very bizarre, abstract ideas that are very much not always happening here. And we havenāt realized this language is talking everywhere and all over the place, even about concepts not even using our structures here because we found time to feel for those reality-bending concepts.
While a massive topic for another time, my point is, we are trying to piece these two realities (classical and quantum physics) together by conversing through the language of mathematics and helping connect them here by giving the people a stable conversation to carry quantum physics here by gluing it in with our mathematical language. How? Because conversation is a tangible sequencing for how ideas begin existing here (will elaborate in future postings).
So as long as those differing realities can keep finding conversations between each other through all of us to keep learning how to meet each other and glue their different physics together into an amalgam within this one, quantum particles will continue to FUCKING bullshit us. You fuckers enabled these idiots.
After all, quantum mechanics is clearly a night-and-day different partition of our reality not used otherwise by our daily lives, and since its acting like its so important here, the best we can do is begin forcing those particle-wave shits to behave and begin collapsing their waveforms to particle for us, not against us by meaninglessly being more probably, with higher probability, a billionaireās cybert-
Anyways-
Conversing with new stories can bring feelings and ideas to our minds that can move us to take actions that can completely change reality in profound ways. Thatās how any human invention has happened and look at the whirlwind of how we evolved our society from nature by continuing to morph it THROUGH our ideas to actions. Those ideas were not initially here they were felt into this reality through our minds bringing them into action. But where did those ideas even come from? The rocks? Trees? Looking back at us? Yeah, thought so.
Yeah. Because nobody does anything to connect to each other, not much meaning is happening here anymore. So, please ponder that for a little longer.
So who would I have been today without this craft scissor pizza restaurant experience? Definitely not making this account or starting my storytelling the way I truly could not have predicted because the existence of everything happening right now within this account and my own life is directly because I was bullshitted into that pizza-scissor horror.
It's unhinged to think about how much we are made by the world around us, and usually not even with enough different life experiences or information to make our own decisions or even choose different ways to feel, respond, and live until reality throws us an environmental circumstance to connect us to it.
Once I, The Curator, realized through my lived experiences how deeply our lives are designed around a concept such as The Butterfly Effect, I realized the deep need to begin actualizing a way to use my spacetime positioning here more purposefully instead of mindlessly letting it completely use us. It became mandatory and dire for me to learn how events can be pulled around us and to take note on what they can give us access to, so I could begin collecting ideas and stories to share as a hope to believe in a new reality and better life altogether for my own survival, stability, and for a real sense of purpose and love.
My life cannot be part of a system forcing us to disconnect from each other and die under the ever-increasing horrors devolving our population through a strict complacency that carnages everything around us while preventing anyone from being able to become aware of it, let alone themselves, and one another.
We ease out of concepts like The Butterfly Effect because we continuously conclude that we can't know what our lives will do next, so we need to not weird ourselves out about it or suffer under the āwhat could have beenā. Yet, look at what this mindset is driving our lives into through our system doing it for us in real time. Look at what our system is doing to everyone because there is no collective resistance to even just try new ideas. Look at this story, look at how strange reality is, look at our realityās real life physics behavior (beyond my interpretations), look how radically better or worse our lives can go and what kind of realizations one could obtain that can alter who we are in our own ideas and physical lives if we could even just begin to start pondering, let alone working out what our reality and minds are doing for real as a staple to our daily lives.
I propose ideas such as The Butterfly Effect needs to become a more routine realization with a tangible outline of what it entails for our day-to-day lives in a more hopeful and practical actualization, and to not just remain at best, an offhanded idea to shrug over, or at worst, a thought experiment between traumas to remind us of how we don't have free will and how wrong things can go outside our control, forcing us to never feel normal again.
Quizzical, isnāt it? That humans have no interest in wanting to exchange information with each other about how their lives have been truly, absurdly strange, even when reality itself beelines them to ideas about what reality overtly isnāt. And all because it's a societal taboo to wonder about meaning and purpose outside of corporate capitalism because it means you're not working right in society if you speak on it. Even though speaking on it could begin healthily cementing a changed mindset in the population to begin seeing the actual sanity in how normal and easy it is for one to be detoured from feeling like they are even in the same line of reality when they notice bizarre experiences breaking their contextualization and continuity to what their brain, storage unit from society says reality is.
Weirdly enough, even though it's already scientifically proven reality isnāt behaving under our daily ideas of what reality is to begin with, we still call it a mental disorder to feel dissociated and misplaced in reality and/or within our own bodies, when instead, we should be calling out reality itself on its bullshit for building and evolving everything into this stupid crap then making us feel this way.
For some fucked up reason, those quantum particles see us and literally do collapse their waveforms into what is our bodies and ideas to move us to harass each other on X, instead of, say, move us to collaborate on how to build portal guns to get me the fuck off of this piece-of-shit planet. Curious.
But anyways, I guess humans would rather gossip about their hatred for each other as they are walked towards their deaths, as opposed to banding together and thinking more meaningfully and purposefully on the idea of what it means to be in reality at all and how to bully quantum particles for being said pieces of shit.
Say, are you aware of your own self and what your mind is fucking you over with?
I, The Curator, and my characters, Cohort Collective, are here to investigate and learn the details and truth of our minds and how the intermingle with reality between all of it. And all while additionally trying to make sense of what it means for me to now live in a post-Mandela Effect, alternate reality where there now exists a restaurant expecting the average customer to be slicing their own pizza with scissors.
Will there finally be more crossovers with other realities unexplainably piecing their worlds into this one? Am I alone in this existence? What does the future hold?
Itās time to start thinking outside, or perhaps I should say, inside the craft scissor pizza restaurant hotbox.
This is my hope for this account: I am The Curator, a revolving door of manyminds and personalities in a shared body that defines themself by living to understand who we are, why this happens at all, and what our reality is even playing itself as under all the lies and stories we systemized to cover up the pure absurdity and bullshit of everything.
While I can't always fit myself into one storytelling-style or personality, nor even choose who I WANT to be on a daily basis to obtain the best visions for how I WANT to execute my ideas (I have too many character voices in my mind, and they come and go without my input), I hope the context of what this account is for will continue to stay together through those shifts.
And when Iām not planning a commentary on another wild-sighting of a bullshit in my daily life, I hope my characters can take over and start sharing their stories from their own, uniquely hotboxed, craft scissor pizza restaurant other realities to keep this account meeting deeper and deeper, detailed workups on why, how, and what is anything at all.
My starting point is to see who else can get a little more awareness of their routine lives to, at the very least, glimpse those awry breaks in their expectations of reality and hold a continuity of when things just seem generally out of sorts between learning who they are to themselves.
So hold onto anything you might note: from little, lingering feelings and ideas, to bastardizingly, bullshittingly disturbing, craft scissor pizza restaurant events. My want is for more of you to start thinking of reality unlike before and potentially, even live a different, more purposeful experience within this shithole we call Earth or something.
If all goes well, I aim to lean into encouraging community participation via fun and lighthearted exercises (such as trialing dressing differently for a day to see where it takes you, etc) to help anyone reading start piecing together how even little starting points can radically change and impact our lives.
When one begins to see the absurd bullshit of reality and begins to comprehend its implications in their tangible, day to day life routines, unseeing it doesnāt get easy.
I would hope, however, that for you, reader, it can be a less disorienting experience to realize reality is truly this absurdly bullshit with a hand-holding from this sad, craft scissor pizza restaurant story alone.
The parallel reality I fell into is now integrated into our main timeline, and I'm really just along for the ride, sickeningly.
If you meet the truth head-on, Iād hope you can become more meaningfully engaged in entertaining perplexing, inquisitive, and exploratory reasoning to what reality is setting us up with. Keep an innate curiosity to dig deeper down the REAL rabbit hole of what it means to be alive and aware of all of the bullshit. I need us to find way better purpose that doesnāt peak and end killing each other between working a mundane j*b. Please, Iām begging you.
Be sure to follow my blog and TUNE TO OUR CHANNELCĢ·Ģ¬Ģįø¤Ģ·ĢĶĶĶ AĢ¶ĶĶĶĢNĢµĢ¬Ģ¼ĢĶ į¹Ģ·Ģ³ĶEĢ·Ģ¤ĢĶĶĶLĢ“ĢÆĶĢĢĶ because this story is far from through, and thereāll be sequels and even prequels to the craft scissor pizza restaurant bullshit.
Be sure to meet The Curator of this account and the rest of Cohort Collective there.
(Pictured: Toowieka's not forgotten arm, attempting to retrieve Bowtie, who accidentally noclipped between multiple craft scissor pizza restaurant parallel realities and got tangled in multiple spacetimes.. again. Poor Bowtie is physics-ly challenged.)
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So now, all of that aside. I will finally answer the most important question that this post needed from the first sentence: Was the pizza any good?
Yeah. It was pretty bomb.
So much so, that I decided to dissociate from the horrors of having my life and entire reality derailed with pizza scissors by finding a grounding point in our own realityās logic by doing something sane and rational: ordering a tasty, familiar dessert that reminds me of the small, fleeting joys from my childhood.
Wait, why is that cannoli nearly $10?! Wtf. Hm.. while that price is not remotely sane nor rational, our society does normalize it with a bullshit ālogicā called inflation, and this is self care hour to put myself back into a reality I am familiar with, as senseless and absurdly bullshit as the cost of food is.
I can't wait.
I love little, tube-shaped, deep fried pastries filled with crea-
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Pizza Scissors Market size is growing at a CAGR of 5.5% globally.
Pizza scissors are innovative and an alternative tool to the traditional pizza cutter. These scissors are available in many forms one is just like a normal scissor and another is available with an attached spatula that helps to serve as a slice. People are fed up with the asymmetrical, random, and uneven sliced pizzas, that is why the pizza scissor is the best option. Ā As a result, the pizza scissors market is set to witness steady growth during the forecast period.
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The Major Players In The Pizza Scissors Market Include:
Dreamfarm, DAVID MELLOR DESIGN LTD, getDigital, Yangjiang Baili Imp. & Exp. Co. Ltd, asdirne, Eiffel Hardware International Co. Ltd., GEFU, Fiskars Group
Market has segmented the global Pizza Scissors market on the basis of type, application, and region:
The Pizza Scissors market is segmented by type and application. Growth between segments over the period 2022-2028 provides accurate calculations and forecasts of revenue by type and application in terms of volume and value. This analysis can help you expand your business by targeting eligible niches.
By Type:
Regular Scissors, Scissors With Spatula
By Application:
Specialty Stores, Hypermarkets/ Supermarkets, Direct Sales, Online Sales, Others
By Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Billion, 2017 ā 2028)
North America (U.S., Canada, Mexico)
Europe (Germany, U.K., France, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Europe)
Asia-Pacific (China, India, Japan, Southeast Asia, Rest of APAC)
Middle East & Africa (GCC Countries, South Africa, Rest of MEA)
South America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of South America)
Covid-19 Impact and Recovery Analysis on Industry:
The COVID-19 pandemic has had devastating effects on several industry verticals globally. To constrain the number of cases and slow the coronavirus spread, various public health guidelines were implemented in different countries across the globe. COVID-19 protocols ranging from declaring national emergency states, enforcing stay-at-home orders, closing nonessential business operations and schools, banning public gatherings, imposing curfews, distributing digital passes, and allowing police to restrict citizen movements within a country, as well as closing international borders. With the growing vaccination rate, governments are uplifting the protocols to give a boost to the stagnant economy. Like other industries, Pizza Scissors Market have experienced slowdown the growth, however market is expected bounce back as restrictions are being lifted up by governments across the globe.
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Competitive landscape is the theoretical explanation of the key companies based on factors, market share, etc.
Company profiling: A detailed company overview, product/services offered, SCOT analysis, and recent strategic developments
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