i don’t care if it’s nazis, mormons, or a bunch of misguided autistic people. if anyone ever tries to tell you your soul is from another planet and you’re actually part of the class of impressive people that secretly did everything cool in the world but is now extinct and lives on through your broken genome, you RUN. YOU WILL RUN AWAY. YOU WILL SPRINT FULL SPEED AWAY FROM THAT.
grabs you by the shoulders listen. listen to my words. i understand the urge to make fanfiction about yourself and to find a reality in which you’re super awesome and great and everyone who hates you is wrong and dumb. i get it. you’re better than that. you can love yourself without putting other people down, dehumanizing and generalizing, and retaliating against your oppressors.
there’s no NPCs. there’s no aliens coming to save us. we’re not the next step in human evolution. our hyperconnected nervous systems give us terrible sensory overwhelm more often than they make us geniuses. neurotypical people are sentient, conscious, aware people who are capable of understanding you. we’re more the same than we are different. we’re more the same than we are different. we’re more the same than we are different.
Also stay away from people who say shit like “sexual attraction and romance addles the mind and makes you crazy and irrational and this is why being aro/ace makes you intellectually superior.” I’ve seen that a couple times times on this hellsite. Stay away from anyone who tries to convince you that your racial identity/cultural identity/gender identity/sexual orientation/neurodivergence/any other intrinsic quality makes you a member of some master race that is inherently superior to the other humans.
Also if you hear the words “indigo children” or “crystal children” and you’re not listening to a podcast on cults or pseudoscience then do not pass go, do not collect $200, go directly to right the fuck out of there.
went to an arcade today and used some of the built up credit to get a ‘lucky dip’ bag because i thought it would be fun to give to some younger family members over the holidays. so i ask for one and the kid at the desk says “sure. do you want a boy one or a girl one?” and babe i’m usually polite about this but i’d dyked myself up to the max today and had apparently forgotten my mental filter at home so i instinctively burst out “THEY’RE GENDERED?” in the middle of a very busy arcade and the guy starts laughing so hard he has to pull out his inhaler
HAHAHHAH GOOD TRY MOTHERFUCKER WE COUNT ANY POST WITH FIFTEEN NOTES AS A HIT ON THIS FUCKING BLOG. NONE OF THAT “INVESTING” SHIT WORKS HERE
I love when you buy computer parts and the manufacturer doesn’t know what other computer parts you want to plug them into so they give you every cable ever conceived of by man just in case
I thought usb was supposed to solve this
USB is supposed to solve what you plug in on the OUTSIDE of the computer. (It doesn’t completely but it does help a lot.) This is for inside the computer, where every plug is uniquely shaped to make sure that naive idiots like me link the correct devices by the correct ports. If these connectors were universal I would’ve plugged everything in wrong and started a fire.
i did tech support in the 90’s, when if you plug in the hard disk the wrong way the motherboard goes up in smoke.
they figured out fast that the cables need to be shaped so you can’t put them the wrong way and put a bright stripe on the side because people will force the cable in and break the pins instead of checking which side tiny locking notches are.
Every time I plug in something where the plug is clearly labelled and a unique size with a notch missing from one corner so it can’t go in upside down I feel so seen. I’m like “yes, the designer of this product understands me.”
Plug designs are written in magic smoke
I’m about to assemble a custom machine for my mother-in-law for her birthday, and let me tell you, I am grateful for those cable designers.
maybe iām a joyless bitch but i actually do NOT think itās funny to see women being like āthe house is just in my husbands nameā or āmy husband makes all the moneyā or āi donāt even know who our mortgage is withā or āthe only bank account/credit card is his and i get an allowanceā like i do NOT find that cute or romantic and i am begging these women to Stand Up. you should at least be named on the deed to your house and the title to your car and the bank accounts even if you donāt pay for them/earn all the money. you canāt stop existing in the eyes of the law and the credit unions simply because you have a husband. if youāre raising his children and washing his socks half of everything heās got is yours and it needs to be yours LEGALLY BY NAME. “he takes such good care of me :)” girl you are a PRISONER!! thatās all
this is exactly what iām talking about btw
āi give my wife $10 of spending money a monthā is an unreal sentence. this woman is helpless as long as she is in his household
amhrancas 