The One Where Jim Loses It

So I lasted less than 48 hours on that friendship app. I believe that’s a new record for me. Turns out there’s a paywall if you want to see who’s liked your profile and messaged you, plus I encountered one of those classic obnoxious profile bios that puts you off humanity altogether. The obnoxious user “kindly” asked that no cis-gender or heterosexual people contact them, which I’m pretty sure would be against the app’s T&Cs. A person certainly couldn’t get away with saying “NO trannies or queers”. So, yeah, I didn’t like the bait-and-switch tactic of a “free” app with hidden charges for crucial content. I must say, once I’d deleted my account and the app, I felt like a weight had been lifted.

Fuck ‘em.

So I’m back to where I was two days ago, only feeling much less anxious. Isn’t social media just the best?! HAHAHA. Which reminds me, one of the presenters of that astronomy podcast I watch said she’s being targeted by bullies on YouTube, which is awful. She’s such a sweet person. What’s wrong with people?! The internet seems to bring out the worst in people. It’s a dark day when I actually start preferring to speak to people in person, rather than over the web. We’re in the “Please Like and Subscribe Generation” now, where vain, shallow individuals aren’t on social media to socialise, they just want you to look at them and give them money.

Pathetic.

Oh, before I forget, please like this post and subscribe to my channel!!!!!!!!!!!

I’M SO DESPERATE FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

Anyway, moving on…

I thought my dad texted me out of the blue earlier, but it was just my dull brother. The conversation lasted four messages, wherein he made sure to remind me that it was his birthday next week. He’s nearly fifty. So that was fun.

I had a bacon sandwich for dinner, but I put too much bacon in it. I didn’t actually think that that was possible in a million years, but it kinda was. I may go back to buying pork loin steaks instead, which are way more succulent and not as salty.

Yes, I just said that out loud.

Speaking of pork, I had quite an animated masturbation session earlier. Toys were involved and everything. Odd really, as I really didn’t feel particularly amorous when I started looking up videos. It just went that way. An extreme wank takes a while to set up and take down, due to the cleaning involved, so I don’t do it very often. But this was great. I even made a very rare video of my orgasm to post on the site I usually frequent (don’t worry, I won’t post a link here). I’ve never liked filming myself doing such things, not being a natural exhibitionist, but sometimes it’s nice to give something back to a community I adore so much.

Sex is just the best.

If you don’t like it, please just leave those who do to their sticky business.

In other news, I downloaded a load of video games from my PlayStation library over the weekend, so I’ve been going through those this week to see if I missed a gem. I’ve generally not been impressed, remembering instantly why I deleted them from my console in the first place. I’ll keep scrolling through to see if there’s anything else interesting-looking though. I’ve amassed quite a collection, thanks to PS Plus.

They haven’t paid me to say that, don’t worry.

Can you imagine me getting sponsorship for this fucking thing?! That’s when you’ll know the world is coming to end. I remember years ago some cocky prick on Twitter asking for Patreon support for their blog. I just thought “Why do you need money to type a few words into the internet, which literally billions of people manage to do for free every minute of every day?!”. I didn’t say this to them, of course, but they still ended up randomly blocking me, so they never got my support. I’ll never know what I did to upset them. Exist, probably. My mere existence seems to offend people to their very core.

Oh well, fuck them too.

So, in a post where I’ve started sentences with the word “so” far too often, I’m really managing to show off my charming side, aren’t I? I guess this is me off antidepressants. I just can’t be bothered to be nice anymore. Perhaps I’ll feel a little more pro-society tomorrow, at least until I meet up with the nurse for my blood tests. Fingers crossed I get the pleasant one with decent bedside manners! Chances are I will not.

Do stay in touch, darlings, but only if who you are as a person is acceptable to me and if you have the money for a full membership to my botheration.

Toodles!

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