What are people doing?

Saturday 12/27/25

The mind bending narcissism and brokenness of people, so many of whom are exactly like this person below, doing what they do, and nothing else save the likes of this on social media--constantly--is inescapable now and getting closer and closer being the only versions of us, the only "us," that remains. We venerate weakness, excuses, and lies to self. The virtues of today's world. Those "virtues" will make you more of a puddle than a person. A big, blob-y puddle.

Dear myself, Healing doesn’t mean I have it all figured out. It means I’m choosing honesty, patience, and grace over pretending I’m okay. I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming — steady, self-aware, and finally at peace with taking my time.

The inevitable bio:

👑 Main character ✨ Virgo rising, reborn again 📸 Selfies as documentation 💖 Sweet energy, solid boundaries

Continuing:

Dear myself, You’re not behind — you’re becoming. Every version of you that showed up when it was hard deserves credit. You’re learning to trust yourself again, and that’s the kind of progress no one can take away from you.

Green & a lil bit of sparkles to create an adorable holiday look! 💚✨

Let’s have some fun 🥰 rate my smile 😋 ✨

Dear myself, every insight is a step forward, even when it stings.

Then you have these toothless, triple-chinned ogre men who post comments in response to such a person because they want to fuck the blob-puddle. This is validation? This is mental health? Doing this? For this? Who are you talking to? These guys? Take a walk, eat a vegetable, read, sit and be and mull, get the hell off social media. None of this is real and none of it is healthy.

Dear myself, you kept going even when no one clapped for you. I’m proud of the woman you’re becoming.

Dear myself, you’re allowed to rest, reset, and still be that girl when you show up again.

Dear myself, doing the work quietly and glowing anyway.

Still learning. Still unlearning. Still choosing compassion for others and for myself.Growth doesn’t always look pretty, but it’s real.Proud of this version of me. 🔥

Dear myself, calm is my new flex.

Dear myself, this is growth with good lighting.

I asked ChatGPT to turn me into a Fortnite skin! I believe it did justice 🥰😍 #fortnite #cuteblonde #thiccthighs

Dear myself, I deserve to take up space. I deserve to feel cute, confident, and seen. This body is not a problem — it’s my power.

Comfort fit, main character energy. 🥰

Dear myself, healing doesn’t mean I lost my edge. I’m just sharper now.

Dear myself, I’m still learning, still glowing, still winning.

Dear myself, you’re allowed to take things one soft step at a time.

Those are just a few days. And it's so typical of people. One such person represents millions of such people. So much of it, them, is the same. I'm not trying to be cruel, but this isn't the way to being anything but a near-helpless disaster living off of lies and platitudes and a dearth of substance, standards, accountability, and truth.

Good God are we unwell. We don't live in reality and we can't handle reality but reality never stops and never goes anywhere. You cannot make what you're trying to do work, because reality is the boss. It's the totality. The best you can hope for when you're like this and trying to do this is for people to help fuel your delusions. Where does that get you? What kind of life is that? You trade avoiding pain and work--the doing of the real work which comes with accountability, truth, acceptance, vision, standards, etc.--and what that might get you, or move you towards that's richer, fuller, for...a kind of forced numbness? Existence in befogged, detached, death-in-life stupor?

This is what most people opt for now. They try and and make their own reality, such that it supersedes reality itself. Doesn't work that way. The result is destruction and then dragging around your broken parts, needing people to lie to you and say you're whole, you're doing great, you go girl, etc.