I think the most sobering thought is that everything we are dealing with now will someday be reduced to a cliffnotes version that some bored teenagers are supposed to learn about in school to get a passing grade. In one ear, out the other.

That scene in this scary story where this exact scenario happens stuck with me for a few days after listening to it. Became very paranoid about taking a shower after that.

Thought that trend died in the 2010s.

My ghostly urge to haunt you in order to tell you that I was just a clutz and no one else needs to die but I’m a ghost so I can’t communicate that to you and instead you go on to wrongfully avenge my death while my presence gives you chronic pneumonia and paranoia.

Ps, sorry about that. I didn’t know ghost essence was like black mold, mate. My bad.

My womanly urge to kiss my lover goodbye and run after the train until I fall off the platform and break my neck.

“At least… I got… to say… goodbye, 🪦”

Thank you for the advise! For me it’s not so much that I need them here and now. It’s more a matter of lessening the waste that comes with packages when we buy something new for the home. I don’t have a lot of these little packets, but I save them in case I need them and to dimish my carbon footprint by a smidge. It’s not much, but I still think it counts for something.

I started saving these little silica packs. I think they might be useful for storage of books and paper. Maybe other things too. You never know when you need something to help keep moisture away from items. 🤷‍♀️

For me it is trippy to know that all the little kids I looked after when I was 20 are now 20 themselves.