Inej: Isnt It Weird How We Pay To See Other People?

Inej: Isn’t it weird how we pay to see other people?

Jesper: you mean prostitution, concerts or movies?

Inej: glasses...

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crows and coronavirus:

Kaz: Predicts the manic bulk buys of the general public, and stocks up on items like pasta, hand sanitiser etc. When the shops finally run out, he sells them for triple the original price. Also is 100% safe from being infected, because his gloves and no one’s actually brave enough to come within two metres of him anyway.

Jesper: thinks he has no chance of being infected because he says he drinks so much. Ends up getting a cold and tricks Wylan into thinking he has coronavirus.

Matthias: refuses to call it anything but Covid-19 and repeatedly says everything is fine and laughs at anyone who is panicked, but Nina catches him looking up ‘symptoms of coronavirus’ at 2am.

Inej: Would get so bored in isolation, so she would be the neighbourhood angel who does all the jobs the elderly/vulnerable can’t do, takes part in charities helping people (homeless persons, for example) but is also very particular about not spreading it and washes her face and hands to a schedule.

Nina: 100% bored of social distancing because “if I don’t get enough attention I’ll die” but carries on with it because she does care (a little bit.)

Wylan: very paranoid about the virus, but not because he’s scared for himself but because he doesn’t want to pass it on to other people. Expert level at social distancing, and spends most of his time playing his flute or experimenting with “safe” chemicals.

the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!

it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.

and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.

making things improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.

take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.

I didn’t think Kaz was an alcoholic? I know he drinks but...

when you realise there’s no days until sab and you still havent watched it yet: