Maytag has one good model too.

Extreme strictness is a form of abuse. These symptoms are particular, though not individually exclusive, to strictness. As long as you “behave” you avoid the material effects of the abuse. Other forms of abuse typically have fewer “rules” that can be used as safeguards.

Yeah shrooms are way more likely to give you the ability to think through legitimate problems than generate spontaneous bad ideas. Still though, give it some thought when you come down.

I think putting myself down does help me. I was raised by a narcissist intent on making me their reflection. I put myself down to counteract 18 years of narcissistic conditioning. Granted, if you weren’t raised to be a narcissist you probably shouldn’t do it. I’m an edge case.

Thanks, I curated my vibe to repel basic-ass bitches.

My baseline circadian rhythm doesn’t let me get sleepy until the sun starts coming up. In a bygone era, I would’ve been the guy tending the fire and watching over the camp until the early birds got up. In the modern era, night shift jobs are generally terrible. I strategically drink to fall asleep at a somewhat reasonable hour, so I can participate in modern society.

Guess that kind of depends on whether you’re going for “sublime serene harmony” or “the unfathomable might of God”. I think the church kinda nailed it on both fronts, choirs for the first and pipe organs for the second.

This scene from Mr. Nobody is a great example of the first, which seems a bit more what you’re going for.

Been-a-while On-the-pot

Two points:

“I have to go to a place” actually has its own semantic implications. It’s a modern construction, deliberately vague to imply intentional mystery or semi-sincere shame.

“How flies the time” ironically makes the speaker sound more well-versed in English, like a stuffy old professor.

In the future, all establishments are Taco Bell

Huh.

His logo slaps

The rain falls down without my help, I’m afraid. And my lawn gets wet, though I’ve withheld my consent

Oh for sure, but not free

Uh, internet costs money

I wanted to be a mechanical engineer growing up, I was always playing with Lego and building little mechanisms. Then I had a physics teacher who got into the subject of physics vs engineering. He told the class about his brother who was an engineer for some electric motor company, and how his team would spend 18 months fiddling with the parameters of a motor, and they’d throw a party if they increased efficiency by 0.5%. I couldn’t disagree with his assessment that that sounded boring and soul-draining.

It sounds like the perfect job for a certain kind of person, and I am not that kind of person.

Everybody poops, and if they don’t they’re an android

First of all, licorice is good actually, though black jelly beans are trash.

One time I bought olive flavored gummies from the Asian market because I love olives and I was curious. Absolutely horrible, didn’t even finish one.

The top RPG? That’s a bit ambitious. But I’m surprised it isn’t more popular.

What’s not to get? Someone left my cake out in the rain, and I don’t think that I can take it, because it took too long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again.