Sociopathy, mostly.
Sociopathy, mostly.
Please read this next line as if it had alternating/random caps:
“But capitalism improves efficiency!”
I’m on mobile and would rather not deal with my spellcheck “learning” anything today.
“What’s your password?”
“The letter A.”
The change in venue should help you immensely. So glad to hear you got out of Texas. That’s like worst case scenario material.
The place I’m at is very LGBTQ friendly. I’m trying to think back, and I don’t think there was ever a group dynamic that didn’t include one or more. Every once in awhile someone had to be corrected on pronouns but it was never a big deal.
Fun fact: my spouse (bi) and I are also poly. But I do not bring this fact up much at all. Reason being is that, being an older “taken” cishet male, I’m “safe” in many eyes. I spent 30 some-odd years being the weird kid that people kept their distance from. I’ve had my fill of people being on their guard around me, and will gladly take being treated like a “normal” person where I can get it lol.
Best of luck to you moving forward. You took steps to up your chances of success. I’m rooting for you 🍻
You know what’s monumentally hard to do when you are a depressed autist with high anxiety?
…everything? Or maybe that’s just ADHD making further sludge out of things.
I feel like I hit the lottery with the facility I’m currently at. Years and years of intermittent garbage care. Then a trauma reactivation left me barely functioning… including the anxiety spiral. I just followed the prompts between bouts of sobbing. Referral -> referral -> Quartet -> jackpot. Further reinforcing the “jackpot” aspect, I had to do a stint at the facility right down the street from my house. It was awful. Had I started there, it would have just reinforced my previous negative experiences.
I wish you the best, internet stranger. It fucking sucks out there.
RIP y’all’s spellcheck algorithm. 🫡
Just settle it man to man.
I take it that frog hadn’t been de-boned.
for the love of everything don’t look at your keyboard
Signed,
Xennial who was in IT for 25 years and never learned to touch type
“Sorry doc, was thinking about work. Did you say something about line go up?”
That sounds like mental illness.
ETA: Replace “work” in that quote with practically any other activity/subject, whether outlandish or banal.
I sit through movies but I don’t remember them because I’m thinking about baking cakes.
I sit through movies but I don’t remember them because I’m thinking about traffic patterns.
I sit through movies but I don’t remember them because I’m thinking about cannibalism.
I sit through movies but I don’t remember them because I’m thinking about shitposting.
Obsessed with something? At best, you’re “quirky” (depending on what you’re obsessed with). Unless it’s money. Being obsessed with that is somehow virtuous.
I did the math not long ago. If I retired at 65, I would have enough money to live for a little bit and then starve in the streets. If I retired at 45, I would have enough money to live for a little bit and then starve in the streets.
The only difference was 20 years of drudgery.
Of course, there’s always the “work until I die” option.
I turned amber alerts off. The only time alerts have come through is tornado or flash flood warnings.
You know what this feature is really useful for? Seeing who upvotes spammers to preemptively block them. Admittedly, I haven’t had much of a use for that aspect since kbin.social died, but it was neat while it lasted.
Terminator is part of a double feature. We need to sit through Multiplicity first.
Network monitoring engineers: explains for the umpteenth time that a node reporting down isn’t just a single dropped packet