Taking A Break
Iguanodon as majestically illustrated by Zdenek Burian. Scientifically outdated, but one of my favourite artworks (let alone palaeoart) of all time.
Hello folks. If you’ve not heard about this already, I have been and still am taking a break from the internet (already wasn’t too active, but there were still the issues just getting there) to suppress the mental crisis I’ve been having from last year. I aim to immerse myself only in my real, cozy surroundings and enjoy simple activities and life, and forget about the bad memories and thoughts that had warped and twisted me into such an unconfident fellow. My true Christmas presents have also been arriving, I cannot exactly reveal them right now since I’m on my break, but I love reading stories of Dinosaur Cove to my family at bedtime, and we have been buying some new art supplies for me to try out simple but beautiful new art styles. Unfortunately with Christmas half-term over, the uncomfortable circumstances of school and my fourteen-year-old car guy brother annoying us with raucous jokes and exposing senses to his YouTube recommendations (YouTube Shorts either about cars or Gen Z humour, SuperMarioLogan and horrible viral news) on the family television are wreaking foes to the point of my break. News of another virus outbreak in China (similar to COVID-19 in cause as anticipated by the news) and a sudden wildfire across Los Angeles have been taking storm (already mentioning my crisis and wildfire news), as pessimistic headlines on generic news sites so often do. As my mother said, news in locales were far less zealous years ago with social media yet to take storm, but recently it has become the opposite, which provides a great reason to stay out of social media. It’s now 2025, it’s the turn of the quarter of the century, the internet is evolving, and the raucous zoomers has been taking advantage of its horrors, all just for a lily-livered TikTok influencer’s "4upage" hashtag, even worse that I live in such an annoyingly generic area let alone in the UK, where it’s down to get pessimistic and cringey. I am deep in the force of its "natural selection."
Both for the Christmas holidays and then my break, I’ve not been on Discord for two weeks, including at my server, The Mikailodon’s Club, to inform anyone new there who’s been wondering about my inactivity. I hope everyone’s behaving and discussing well there and no dramas or raids are happening, though I’m thinking it might be getting less active because I’m not here, but I feel like its creation now has outdated reasoning, made a year ago when I was more confident on social media, just rejoining Discord after almost a year on the day. While it was not as horrible as back three years ago, it too would gain its problems, especially being too into the thick of the dangerous palaeontology community, always feeling so shy every day I come onto the app. The server is almost anachronistic to my current mindset who loves the coziness of country life. Do I have to come to the server flushed just to interact with the server’s members and my friends in this day and age? It’s probable that I might make this server more personal, more fitting for the name of "club," if not disable it. It’s becoming a bit of a Sisyphus’s boulder to the management of my mental health, and I somewhat fear the day I come back to it just seeing whatever might’ve gone on.
I’ll still be posting some little statuses from time to time just from this blog. Thank you for reading this and I hope you all have a great life too.