bloomer
A place for optimism, relentless positivity, anti-doomerism, and snuggle sessions.
We're all in this together, and a better world is possible!
This is now also a space for organizing tips for our collective survival as we confront climate change and everything else. Still no doom-posting. We're here to work together, support each other, and boldly face the future.
Rules:
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Familiarize yourself with the site-wide Code of Conduct
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No doom, no gloom, only bloom. There's plenty of room for doomerism elsewhere. This community is solely for having a positive outlook on the future and spreading good vibes.
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Be kind to your fellow users. This also means no arguing in the comm. Arguments and negativity are not conducive to blooming. Constructive discussion is good. No interest-policing. Support your comrades in their joy!
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Always share good news. We can't exactly enforce this one, but if you have good news, please share it with us! Keeping happiness and positivity to yourself is the twelfth type of liberalism.
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I have actually lived what the author said, and basically what you're saying too, when I was younger.. between ages of 10 - 12. I was rock solid. Nothing really ever got to me, and I never dwelt on any feelings, good or bad. I was absolutely unafraid to try new things, think new things, be a new person on any given day, etc. I completely understand what she means when she says what she says, yet that all ended the day my dad died. That moment shook me so hard to my core I never regained my footing again and slid into a life of simmering rage, hatred, and drug use that I've never come back from. That is what bothers me most when I read these types of things because I KNOW what is meant, I remember what that was like, I just can't seem to BE that anymore.