every now and again, I fantasize about living in the far north of Canada with fiber internet and a warm cabin miles away from the nearest living soul.

Then I remember reality, where I am poor, gay, disabled, American, and probably going to die here either to an Iranian-linked terror attack or my own increasingly christofascist government.

I don’t necessarily hate everybody, but I don’t go out of my way to interact with others that much already and over the past couple years I’ve felt far less inclined to, both online and in real life. Nowadays I mostly just interact with pets, family, and the people I have to interact with to earn money. Lemmy’s a nice, impersonal social outlet. People in person aren’t necessarily more trustworthy, the veneer of civility is just thicker.