utterly losing my mind that literally right as i was putting up our display for banned books week coming up in september, my boss got a call saying that the county higher ups have declared that we’re prohibited from saying “banned books” in association with any library programs or materials. “freedom to read” is okay apparently, but the phase “banned books” is, well, banned. if i tried to publish this scenario in a novel, my editor would probably send it back with a note saying that the irony is a bit too on the nose & that i need to tone it down a little. we have censored the discussion of censorship. i cannot handle how hilarious this is
It’s fun learning astrology until you start to make broad assumptions about real people’s behavior based only on their birthday.
It’s fun to speculate about alien civilization until you say early cultures weren’t competent enough to build their own pyramids or until scientologists stalk you for every penny you have.
It’s fun dressing symptoms in mystical language like “empath” or “indigo child” until you go through life undiagnosed, unaccomodated and feeling less and less human.
It’s all fun and games until Tiktokkers tell you hallucinations are actually attunement with a higher dimension and that you should stop taking your antipsychotics.
It’s fun to think about possession and changelings until mom starts trying to “save” her child’s soul or dad kills his family for having “serpent genes.”
It’s fun to see natural formations as if they were manmade until you start believing cultists when they say flying saucers are Antarctic Nazis.
You can believe in magic. It’s fun to believe in magic. Believing in magic is valuable stimulation. But watch out. Remember your reality checks. There’s a lot of cults and scams and white supremacists out there who want to sell you something, and that longing for magic to believe in is how they get you.
i mean this in an entirely platonic, slightly powerhungry way, but i love when people call me the friendly “boss.” like “you got is boss” or “whatever ya say, boss.” it’s so fun. like we’re in the worlds shittiest cartoon mafia
I know we are all like “people in caveman times would drill holes in their head to relieve headaches” andwe go oh that’s so stupid that’s so dumb but like. then I get a headache and I’m like.ooooh I get it I get it. Grug prepare the drill.
Our grocery store has a Perishable Manager and a Non-Perishable Manager and I know it’s talking about the departments they oversee but really it seems like Seth may be mortal but David will never die