• CrowAirbrush@lemmy.world
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    I know it’s not about me, but this definitelt cleared up why i run from people in my free time.

    They always express how they think i do things, like i’m at work or something. While i do things for joy, i take a detour home on my roadbike because the speed i can propel myself at brings me joy and a bit of a thrill too. The scenery is also very enjoyable.

    But then another roadcyclist shows up and tells me how i’m doing it all wrong, how speed isn’t a good measurement of performance.

    Fuck yo performance brother, stop. It ruins my fun.

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      Fun isn’t allowed anymore. Every hobby has been DLC’d out the wazzu. Also efficiency is the only metric anymore. Not human frivolous things like this so called ‘fun’

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        Sometimes i wish i had the balls to just tell them off, but that usally takes a lot of being pestered with bullshit until i snap back.

    • LainTrain@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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      Such a common thing in the SelfHosted communities on Reddit and here too. It’s always train this or that or learn this and that this cert that job this goal that performance bruh if you’re a computer nerd it’s okay to do stuff with computers just embrace it.

      *Nothing wrong with goals or practicality, but so many are clearly just reaching for noble justifications for what they find fun, which is capitalist christian work ethic brainrot of the highest order.

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      I’m having similar thoughts lately. As if after one trauma (12 years ago, or a bit more, one girl told me to “go to my mom” and a few more things) I stopped taking full responsibility for my own existence and started relying on external criteria, like performance, for example. And taking that responsibility again feels as if reality is real again.