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Agreed. It’s ridiculous that celebrities are simultaneously worshipped and loathed, as if we know them. We don’t fucking know them! This gossipy crap needs to stop.
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52·6 months agoI hate being expected to observe holidays that were created on a foundation of racial and cultural obliteration.
22·6 months agoI worked remote tech for about ten years, and rotated through several managers. The incompetent ones were easy to spot because they “led” by squatting on bossware like toads.
You shared your home and your heart with Wheatley, knowing that you wouldn’t have enough time with him. That level of love and strength is remarkable, and I’m so happy that you two found each other. Missing Wheatley with you.
You succinctly stated exactly my thoughts on this.
6·8 months agoYes, my mother tongue is English, and I spoke some Spanish before I began immersing in Italian. At one point, I couldn’t stop speaking ItalSpanGlish. Nobody could understand me.
Looks like we all forgot Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the USA.
Adding You Haven’t Done Nothin’ - Stevie Wonder’s bitch slap to Nixon, and CCR’s Fortunate Son.
16·10 months agoA tale of a rapeful trip
Strange things are afoot at the Circle K
23·11 months agoPublic education in the US is a system of propaganda-loaded indoctrination designed to stifle critical thinking.
Or maybe you’re prescient. Roving bands of cocoa robbers who surround armored ice cream trucks is a plausible dystopian scenario in the US, and now I’ll be disappointed if I don’t get to see it.
Starving Chinese kids were why I had to gag down my peas.
My husband is like you, and also wishes for the absolute silence of my mind. But you’re right about green grass - I wish I could visualize happy memories or even picture the people I love.
Buckle up. You’ll discover we have some great advantages, but you may feel cheated out of some abilities, too. You can DM me if you have questions.
Total aphantasia? Same here, but:
No intrusive thoughts, ever.
No visions of, or reliving, trauma.
No sad-memory sounds or tastes.
No facades, so no energy wasted.
And if you got the SDAM bonus, you can re-discover all your favorite books and movies like you never read or watched them before!
This freedom is the most powerful memory for me. Starting when I was 5 years old, I was wandering alone in the streets, parks, gullies, and hills of Seattle and Boise, pretending to be an indigenous explorer in the pre-colonial era. My parents had no idea where I was, which was fine as long as I came home before dark.
As an adolescent, my friends and I ran amok in large office buildings, playing a wild version of elevator tag, or turning the state capitol building into a raucous playground until we were chased out. We snuck into school gymnasiums, followed fire trucks for miles on our bikes, and made prank phone calls.
My parents threw parties with live jazz bands, and I would let all the drunk dancers give me “just one sip” of wine from each glass until I was dizzy. Most adults sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher to me.
School felt like a prison of repetition, and I often abruptly got up and walked out. I forged my mom’s signature on permission slips, but after awhile teachers just stopped asking. I always returned to class for tests, so that I wouldn’t need to repeat anything.
I think kids had more latitude back then, because we occupied a space of insignificance. I felt largely invisible in the world, so I could push boundaries without consequence.