I realized, at 60 years of age, I was aro/ace. I wasn’t in denial afaik, I just had no concept that it was even a thing. Once I read about it, I immediately understood why all my relationships had been so fucked up. I’m good at making friends and being a friend but anything beyond that makes me miserable and, by extension, makes any partner miserable too.

Im flying completely solo now and I’ve never been happier.

Lemmy will hate me for this but I subscribe to Amazon kindle unlimited. Since I read so much, I definitely couldn’t afford to pay for each book and the local library is pretty hit or miss on availability. Ultimately most of what I read is entertaining garbage but when you read compulsively like I do, the entertaining part is more important than the quality.

I’m retired, arthritic, agoraphobic, and neurodivergent… I average slightly more than one book a day.

Why are there so many posts about what’s happening on reddit? I don’t care what’s happening there. If I cared, I’d be there instead of here.

Surprise suicide?