Nah, this is funny.

The people that downvoted you need to fucking chill. I’m Native, so I am allowed to make a judgment call on that.

The entire thing is far more disturbing if you unsquint your eyes and actually look at what you’re seeing.

For me, it’s more of the Wilhelm scream.

Oof is not really the appropriate title.

The title should be whatever response you would make when somebody detonates a nuclear warhead directly inside of your soul.

If I was her, I would put my phone down and walk outside of my house into the woods and never return.

Also, with Linux, do you really need the whole potato?

Give me the internet and about 2 hours

I feel like you are on the route to a good concept, but you haven’t quite made it there yet.

I believe over the next seven to ten years you will continue to refine this concept until it is actually a good concept and something that you can share proudly with people, But right now it’s not well thought out enough, or cohesive enough to stand on its own.

The brain does not fill up with information. It has more than enough storage for a 120 year human lifespan.

Rather, people tend to rely on their previously acquired information because there’s no novelty attached to refining your previously acquired information, and by default, human minds are novelty-seeking devices.

Another thing is that there’s the possibility that the use of psychedelics can restore the novelty effect, Which would not erase previously acquired information, but rather put a new tint on them.

I imagine that we as a society would be much happier if we had a process where we could do something like that on a regular basis, every five to seven years or so just to reset our minds inside of a structured ceremonial system, Just to help prevent us from becoming too bored, our neurons too tarnished, our minds too inured with ennui, to enjoy life.

Geez, is your mom my stepmom?

Probably something about how Bitcoin being worth $60,000 in the future.

I had a chance to buy a thousand btc for a hundred bucks and I passed on it because I needed the $100 at that moment.

I know realistically that I would have sold it once it became worth a dollar and counted myself super lucky, but then I’d be sitting here complaining man if only I had known it would be worth so much.

Honor every religion as if it were true to itself and you’ll be happier.

A trophy labeled potential being swallowed by a dark blob of depression, and a pair of eyeglasses that give you 20/20 hindsight vision.

Messy story, I’ll do my best to lay it out in a reasonable way:

For my mom and stepdad, it was the kidnapping tied with lifetime of neglect and abuse.

And I call it kidnapping because that’s what it was, even though there wasn’t really a good law against it, because basically they moved, they did not tell my dad or my dad’s side of the family where they had moved to, or leave any contact information.

From the time I was 6 until I was 13 and I went behind my mom’s back and tracked down my grandmother, I had no contact with that side of my family.

Then my mom had the gall to go after my dad for unpaid child support during the seven years where he could not track me down or locate me and spent countless sleepless nights worrying about me, wondering where I was.

As for my dad, he was actually a pretty decent person, but he was also very much a Disney dad. I did not get an awful lot of interaction with him in my childhood, (thanks to said kidnapping), but even once we reconnected when I was a teenager his job and my mom made it so that he basically didn’t see me but maybe once a year, if that, until I was an adult.

Despite my hatred of my mother, once I was an adult I had cut her off and hadn’t seen her for four or five years and my dad said, you only get one mother. I’d really appreciate it if you still spent time with her and saw her.

So I put my hatred to the side and tried to reconnect with my mom, which wasn’t good, but was manageable until my dad died from Covid, and my mom sent me a slew of angry text messages over why my younger half sister, her bastard daughter, whom she conceived by cheating on my father, which was the impetus for their divorce in the first place, wasn’t included in my father’s memorial page which was made by my stepmom who had been my stepmom for like 30 years.

I cussed her the fuck out and I haven’t talked to her since.

I blocked her ability to text message me, because I don’t want to fucking talk to her, so she has gone out of her way to get new phone numbers, to occasionally message me and send me TikToks about how she doesn’t know what to say to me (apparently, she’s never heard of the concept of an apology or admitting you’re wrong when your actions have hurt somebody), and to send me Amazon gift cards for my birthday when I don’t fucking shop at Amazon because they’re a shit tier company.

In my defense, your honor, I did not consider that someone would intentionally do this until I read your response.

There is a North America, and there is a South America,

Those are two separate continents.

You can check on any map of continents and that will show you that this is true information.

One could even say America is two continents.

It’s because crypto isn’t actually money. It’s just something somebody might give you money for.

In theory, you can walk to your nearest forest and collect pine cones and then sell them to people.

That’s about the same as crypto, only pine cones are actually useful.

I mean, given how much money she has, she could actually have a mattress with a divot specifically for her ass.

I don’t think they mean clinical diagnosis, more of like an interpersonal diagnosis.

I believe they are just asking for how to identify red flags.

I’ve been wary of labels because it seems like shorthand for actually getting to know a person.

That skill can be handy if you’re frequently meeting a lot of people, sure, but a person who is quick to attach a label to somebody that they didn’t attach to themselves first has no interest in getting to know that person, and their label should not automatically be accepted as correct.

I’ve known quite a few people who were labeled as weird by the unofficial group leader who turned out to just have interests that the group leader wasn’t interested in and was otherwise a perfectly normal person.

A lot of people missed out on their friendship because of that label.

If my dick is out, I’ve already won.