part of the current roll downhill of enshittification is the slow disappearance of variety.
Take something like gelatin. Jello. I had to get some last time i went to the store, and was completely unable to find half the flavors there should've been. No black cherry, no grape except welchs brand, no peach. They were there last year.
Passing the pudding cups, there's chocolate and vanilla, and SOMETIMES butterscotch, but where are the other flavors? (I did see something labeled 'unicorn' which seems to be cotton candy flavored? *skeptical face* So, sugar flavored? ew.)
I see the name brand ravioli in the little cans, but where are the big cans? and the store brand????
Store brands really seem to be vanishing. Walmart discontinued a ton of them in the last few years, and i'm sure other stores did the same.
Which means either passing on an item or buying the more expensive option, of course.
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"What is Love", I ask myself
"Love is chemicals in your brain, created so you will procreate and keep your species alive"
"That does not answer the question I have asked," I respond
"Love is magic, it is a power that guides and protects and brings you into the light"
"No," I say, "Light is not just good. Death is light and I cannot call my greatest fear good"
"You have been asked a question only you can answer then," I respond
And I ask, "What?"
And my heart responds, "Ask yourself what love is" and my heart says, "I cannot answer, I cannot think, only feel"
And I say, "Love is the name we have given to the idea. The idea of something too vast and grand for us to ever really understand"
And I ask, "Are you satisfied now?"
And I respond, "No"
And I ask, "Why not?"
And I say, "Because I still desire more"
And I say, "Because knowing has not made me feel less"
And I ask, "Is that bad, not feeling less?"
And I respond, "No"
And I say, "It is wonderful"
And I say, "It is terrible"
And I ask, "Will it ever stop?"
And my heart says, "You cannot know"
And my heart says, "Until it is over"
And I ask, "When will it be over?"
And my heart says, "Do not worry, you will never truly know"
And I say, "Is that love then?"
And I respond, "Maybe"
And I say, "You will not know until it is over"
And I say, "You know too much anyway"
And I say, "I will never know enough"
And I ask, "What about when it is over?"
And I say, "Then will you know enough?"
And my heart says, "I will have felt enough"
And I ask, "Does that mean I will have loved enough"
And my heart asks, "What is enough?"
And I say, "Nothing"
And I say, "Maybe them"
And I ask, "What is them?"
And I respond, "You know"
And I say, "You cant not know"
And my heart says, "Of course I know them"
And I say, "Why do you ask then?"
And I respond, "Why do you?"
And my heart says, "You will never know enough"
And I say, "Maybe that is good"
And I say, "Maybe that is love"
And I say, "Maybe it isnt"
And I say, "maybe it fine that I do not know"
And I say, "Maybe it is good to be hungry"
And I say, "Maybe it is not."
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