https://blue.feedland.org/?river=http://data.feedland.org/blue/feeds/Raketh.xml It's just a feed for now Sun, 01 Oct 2023 20:19:39 GMT feedland v0.5.59 https://cyber.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html Sun, 01 Oct 2023 20:19:38 GMT Raketh Sun, October 1, 2023 4:19 PM EDT <p>Despite what people may think, I don’t really have a core/regular group of friends. Or at least it doesn’t feel that way – I’ve always been on the outer orbit of established groups, and sort of… drift wherever.</p> <p>It’s hard not to feel like a transient, an outsider, or just being tolerated. People are of course friendly, say “hi” in passing, and there’s chat at meets/cons. It’s just rare I specifically get invited to do stuff or be asked to hang out.</p> <p>Generally I get the impression I’m the last choice because there’s better options. VRC was particularly notorious for that. I’ve adapted to it in the sense I’m rather hyper-independent. Maybe it’s also why I choose to spend night after night doing art? It keeps me occupied.</p> <p>Dunno where I was going with this. Perhaps it’s wine-induced rambling, a tired sense of frustration, dumb thoughts, or some desire to change. Although if it&#39;s the last bit, I&#39;ve no idea how. Either way, I&#39;ve some more art to do.</p> Sun, 01 Oct 2023 20:19:39 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=138629 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=138629 Despite what people may think, I don’t really have a core/regular group of friends. Or at least it doesn’t feel that way – I’ve always been on the outer orbit of established groups, and sort of… drift wherever. It’s hard not to feel like a transient, an outsider, or just being tolerated. People are of course friendly, say “hi” in passing, and there’s chat at meets/cons. It’s just rare I specifically get invited to do stuff or be asked to hang out. Generally I get the impression I’m the last choice because there’s better options. VRC was particularly notorious for that. I’ve adapted to it in the sense I’m rather hyper-independent. Maybe it’s also why I choose to spend night after night doing art? It keeps me occupied. Dunno where I was going with this. Perhaps it’s wine-induced rambling, a tired sense of frustration, dumb thoughts, or some desire to change. Although if it's the last bit, I've no idea how. Either way, I've some more art to do.