behind that seemingly large wild bush of indecision is a steep cliff of guilt-driven bingeing
That's me, looking for the lawnmower that's lost in the tall grass.
Robot mower?
No, very tall grass (not actually that tall, but it felt that way, first mow of the season and I put it off for a while)
Despairing that i haven't even used it wisely to catch up on housework
It's tuesday my dudes, let's giver a couple days before we start stressing.
I've always liked the message an image like this conveyed. Being independent, going your own way, liking a bit of type 2 fun. But at the same time if you take it literally, it reminds me that doing precisely this is often frowned upon for different reasons.
According to the principle of leave no trace, you should ideally stick to the already established trails. The parks in my region all require visitors to stay in the trails, and camp in designated sites unless it's the back country. It's kind of difficult to do something like this in the real world without being kind of a jerk.
Also, life is discriminatory and we have evolved a fucked up way of socially distancing ourselves from people that society considers eccentric.
So even if I understand the message, it also makes me think about how doing something like this can often be hard and isolating.
Teddy Roosevelt used to hike in straight lines, and whatever you encountered, you had to navigate. Mountains, rivers, whatever.
"Recharge" and "have fun" are often the same path.
MY WAY!
Ring, ring.
Hello, dummy police?
There's a strange dummy here I'd like to report. Okay, yes. Thank you. Goodbye.
Click.
๐
It's the hands in the air that got me
Indeed. Lemmy is where I ~~go~~ wind up when all the plans are derailed.
various species of Tick rub their hands together maniacally
Looks like they are making life harder for themselves.
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