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do u are have stupid?

hell yeah brother!

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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

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So I've got this friend whose nervous because she's trans and dating this guy who she hasn't told yet because they've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.

So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.

She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.

He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...

"Oh you have a dick?"

"... yeah."

He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says

"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"

And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.

My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"

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People's reactions to my small talk post have really made it clear to me how much people think they should be able to opt out of society whenever they find parts of it boring or inconvenient.

"If someone engaged me in small talk I would just ignore them because it's pointless." Cool okay that would get many people fired.

"If someone engaged me in small talk I would just tell them that it's none of their business so I'm left alone." Wow impressive you're really showing that random stranger who asked you if you think it'll snow tomorrow.

"Why don't we ban small talk at work and school to help with efficiency?" Because we're not automatons, life is not just about efficiency, and asking your coworker how their weekend went or your classmate if they got stuck in the subway delay this morning isn't harmful or bad.

I recognize that there are people who are not capable of doing small talk or engaging at all verbally with anyone in a casual way, but some of the ways that some people have reacted feel a lot more like the "we don't owe our friends a ride to the airport or help moving" type vibe.

Community and society are built not just around our small group of extremely close friends and family but also our casual acquantainces, our coworkers, our classmates, the people with engage with professionally, the people with see at clubs or group lessons or religious meetings, the people we stand next to at bus stops.

And being autistic or ADHD or depressed or anxious or anything else doesn't mean that you get to opt out of society without consequences.

If the person sitting next to you at your knitting club asks how your day is going and you tell them to fuck off because you don't believe in small talk, you have just made this space less welcoming and safe for them, and you have cut off an avenue for yourself to meet someone. I'm willing to bet that that person will never try to talk to you again, and they'll probably tell other people what you said, and the space will become less friendly to you, all because you were unwilling to say, it's going fine, and you? or not great. I'm not great at small talk, but I'd love to learn more about what you're knitting instead or even I'm sorry, I'm having a long week and just need a little quiet right now.

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they've been adding pronouns to the deltarune wiki

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Dropped my fucking heart emoticon

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At long last, somebody has finaly created the Springlock Suit, from the hit game series "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BUILD A SPRINGLOCK SUIT"

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me when i get the intended meaning of a song right before googling it

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misclicked on a bunch of shit in quick succession and was met with a somewhat harrowing prompt

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The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.

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dear baby bats and new goths:

polyester is plastic. most lace you buy, is polyester. when it gets hot out, and you hear a voice in your head saying "oh I can wear this, it's long-sleeves, but it's mesh/lace and very lightweight!" that's the devil talking. you will be wearing plastic that does NOT breathe, and you will be dying of heatstroke.

sincerely, a grown adult goth who still hasn't managed to learn this, and Suffered today.

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lets go to the beautiful land of jerking off.... everyone all together.... take my hand. no not that one. that ones busy.