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kellychartier.bsky.social
I write when I can, procure wisdom, and make an effort to do good in the world despite my utter fear of it.
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Aw man! Why is it I've gotta act like an adult when I don't get any of the cool adult things... Like a house... And a car... And a vacation... And someone to rub my head when I feel bad...

The fastest way to make me depressed is to have me look for a job.

While doing my errands today, a client at a distance called me a parasite and a predator. Just so you know, I understand she's not doing too great in her life. Because of that, I'm not offended. But it is weird that I'm getting all this vileness directed to me at once.

As far as I can tell, the real reason anyone is interested in voting for Doug Ford is they like the idea of two gorillas duking it out.

Hyper realistic art is a fantastic skill... That I don't think is necessary. Just take a picture and enhance the colours and contrast so it pops. Hyper realism is a waste of time.

Not sure why everyone hates me at work so much. I guess gradually happens as you appear more like an authority figure 🤷🏾‍♀️

Noooooo!

I feel so drained every day. Exerting every scrap of my will to staying alive. How do so many just "do it."

I'm not feeling so great all of a sudden. I'm using the internet to try to wait out the storm.

Walking through the internet as a dumb-dumb, hoping I don’t hit a light pole 😙🎶

The quality I like least about myself is getting frustrated with the process of solving a problem, particularly when it comes to math or tech. It's just so absolute in its solution. I want the creativity of having some wiggle room in solving a problem.

#BuyCanadian 👇

I am an optimistic AI skeptic.

There are surprisingly few alternative video platforms to YouTube. Of those, it looks like only Dailymotion is not US based. What's up with the heavy monopolization, internet?

Oh no. Not another night of struggling to sleep. I was doing so well. I really need a different job.

I am so tired. Even with a lot of sleep, I am too tired.

As scared as I am of everything, I hope I've made the world better despite myself.

I’ve been asked to read a few of my poems at a monthly poetry event. The person asking me didn’t think it was a big deal. *I*, however, find it wild as fuck. A little over a year ago I wouldn’t let anyone see my work, and you guys want me to be part of a presentation? Wild.

Had a convo with a professional about trying to come up with ideas of how to mentally separate my personal life from my work life. My homework is to come up with mental breaks to regain my energy. Good luck to me. I’ve been running on empty for quite a while.

Poetry night to try to heal.

In the interprovincial scurry to try to be more self-reliant and find other trading partners, we seem to be putting a pause on our concern over the environment. I get it. We have to survive. But long-term, this cannot stand.

Trillium Award–winning poet Jeff Latosik lingers in a liminal space sliced through by sun in his new poem “The Tunnel”: thewalrus.ca/the-tunnel/

Nothing is more depressing than when you have a concerning problem and Google gives you no results for it.