On a scale from 2 bags of doritos to holding onto the grass in the front yard so you don’t fall off the planet, how high are you right now?
The feeling of “ahh nothing makes sense but I’m glad there is at least one person like me in the world, even if they’re a bot. In any case, I assume sentience and hope they liked it”?
Random silly imprints on humanity are my grass that I’m holding on to.
For a moment, there were two strands. Who knows what the future holds.
One time when we were tripping on acid, one guy found a blade a grass that he claimed was changing colors. A bunch of the other guys gathered around and they were all laying there in a circle on their stomachs looking at it, trying to figure out if it was actually changing colors or if they were just tripping.
They were being ridiculous so I was just laying there staring at the clouds laughing while listening to them debating it.
The best part was that after about 10 minutes, they concluded that it must actually be changing colors.
I generally upvote everything in my feed, and I default to “everything”. It’s not you, it’s me.
