rants on adulthood

Can I just opt out of medical privacy?

I don’t care if the most hacker of hacker knows I am still deficient in vitamin d. . .I cannot sign into another medical portal.

Texting.

I reply to 2 texts, I get 10 texts. I LIKE texting people but it can not ever, ever be finished. I have 663 unread messages and struggle with the (lovely) people who heart or react to every message I send. That kind of over achieving is just too much for me.

Finding out that quiz you took for fun on Christmas evening was some sort of sign up to an AI program that charges you a tiny bit every month (but not enough you notice).

Big, harsh lights should be illegal.

Telling people “I just don’t want to” (which I did for the first time the other day). The rant is that it took me so long.

The various writers attempts at name genitals in smut. WHAT THE HECK with “her intimate pot” or “his stiff rod”

STI testing taking a dinosaur’s amount of time.

NO HOT PLUS SIZE LINGERIE. Truly, just make it bigger! We want it.

Mail. Unless it’s from a friend or has money it in. . .get the fuck away.

Poshmark’s “inspirational notifications”

Having to eat three times a day.

Taxes. It’s like play settler’s of Catan blind.

The fact that now when I stream music I can’t tell what is AI sometimes.

Passwords. I mean in 2 years what the heck are they gonna ad to the rules?

Click on the bridge shit. You know to prove you’re not a robot.

Phones that on purpose don’t last.

Capitalism.

People who never irresponsibly leave their families or pets for an adventure.