Have you considered worm composting? You can allegedly do that in a small bucket under your kitchen sink and I've heard you can do vermiculture relatively smell-free even in a small apartment. It's something I'd wanted to go to a class on because I think it's an interesting concept and I want to get into gardening, I have a comfy little garden that I want to maximise the potential of.
Hope we get to see you in another New Year thread.Happy New Year fellow Kiwis. Hope you all get to have a fantastic 2026 and that it goes far smoother than 2025 has for you all. Never been one for New Years resolutions, but I'm hoping I still get a chance to make a few more cherished memories with my family and friends, and that I can continue to shitpost with you all for a bit longer
I don't even have the motivation to play video games and slack off some days. I sleep until noon a lot and don't get out of bed until the dread becomes too much. But to answer your question, the only classes I passed were the ones not related to my major. Funny how that works. I never had any goals, my father just wanted me to go to school and I went along with it. I have no idea what I want to do in life even though it's been several years since HS ended. Usually I'd GTFO after class, yes. The place was really uninviting, I felt like I was being stared at for just being present. I'm not even fat or a tranny!
I did have one, my English Composition class, which I passed with flying colors. The professor was a very liberal and progressive type of guy but he was also understanding and I genuinely think he had some good insights when things weren't about politics. My final essay was about shilling nuclear power and I got a 90 on it along with a lot of nice thoughtful comments from him.
For once I've no deadline for a new job, no ticking timer to get out of a terrible market lest I get stuck for life. Somehow I avoided the usual feeling of "people are out there experiencing life unlike me". I did see some younguns waddle around drunk at 11, probably on their way to a party. I still have the juvenile perception of parties; "wow, new year's! Start of a new life; dope a baddie, move to a new country, wahoo!". Reality is that most people just dine it in and go back to work.
I went into uni thinking it'd be the american fairytale: 100% of my time put into it, engage in clubs, legacy, lecturers. Nah, it was closer to public school than high school. People met, studied, went home. They already had their friends and family. Those of us who moved to study, uprooting from everything, were basically fucked. No wonder I feel isolated, not having moved back. It's rough as shit starting from zero, because your best chance is to be adopted into a social circle or find other people who have no one else, and they're likely in that position for a reason.
Yeah, but I don't know where I'd have to go to find worms. Still, I eat a significant amount of oranges per day, which acid would irritate their skin.
This is close to what happened to me. Everyone would come out of the classroom practically running to take the bus home. I would stay in uni talking to people for a while before they would ask me the same thing repeatedly: "Do you have class later?," to which I'd reply no; "Wait, if you don't have class why don't you go home?" Right.
I once encountered a person like this when I rented a room for a month. I hate and despise disgusting beings like that with no self control. She rarely walked her dog, the female spitz, so sometimes there were dog doodies around the apartment. The smell of something resembling weed prevailed at night. I once woke up at 3am and heard her yelling some crazy bullshit on the phone.
Can I recommend to the both of you, to detox from the internet and your devices as a whole? Anhedonia and burn out is something I'm intimately familiar with, and whenever I've taken a longer period of time away from a screen my energy and desire to do things I enjoy increases.
Just sucks because this is my home like I'm not renting or anything, this is where I'm gonna stay hopefully forever. It was a very safe quiet street until a couple of years ago because it used to be just a bunch of old people and now they're all dying and being replaced with brazilians and now venezuelans apparently. Grim.
