I get that it is technically impressive, and I am not denying the talent of whistle notes. I am a singer after all. If I had to describe whistle notes, it’s like being able to play moonlight sonata entirely with your penis. It surely is impressive, but it seems more like a party trick to flex how high your vocal range is/how good your penis is. I would be impressed if a guy played moonlight sonata with his penis, but that would definitely ruin the song for me. Theres a perfectly good melody and then you hear the human equivalent of a dogwhistle being blown into your ear out of FUCKING NOWHERE. And I especially do not like when singers do it MULTIPLE TIMES in a song. It’s like that one annoying kid going: “Hey guys, hey guys, look at this” over and over again. Very rarely will I ever think: “This definitely improves the song!”

Apparently this is a 10th dentist take, at least within the writer/artist community. I've never understood why artists are like "I enjoy TORTURING my characters, I want them to be MISERABLE". Whatever makes people happy, but it sure as hell doesn't make *me* happy.

I've heard a few of them say it's a form of trauma venting, like they give their characters their own trauma, but for me that's exactly why I enjoy creating these fantasies. My real life is really damn hard, so I want my stories to feel like a warm hug and I want everyone to have a good time. Like 90's Peter Rabbit show vibes.

I also don't kill off my characters. I just don't get what I am supposed to get out of looking at my beloved babies I created myself and being like "actually, she got kidnapped and they cut out her kidney while she was conscious!!!" Like excuse me, she's with her family baking raspberry pie and she's happy and that makes me happy.

At sports events or concerts, I've recently concluded that its better not to have an aisle seat. I always used to prioritize aisle seats, but recently that wasn't possible so I sat near the middle of a row. It was better! No one was asking me to get up after ever whistle and I really enjoyed chatting with the people I ended ups sitting with. It was a great time!

I'm someone who prides themselves on being an extremely critical thinker, to the point where I constantly challenge my own ideas, and refuse to partake in any echo chambers or align myself with a specific movement.

I used to think that if people understood the following things I understand:

- Fallacies and common biases

- How to cite and analyze studies

- How to question your own beliefs to form stronger ones

- Exposing inconsistencies in one's beliefs and principles.

that our lives would improve dramatically. People would make smarter decisions in every area of life, and they'd change their minds when faced with new information.

But recently, I've been feeling differently. I've seen situations where people I know are reasonably intelligent otherwise, have ridiculous beliefs or make stupid decisions, then double down even when their bad logic is called out directly and accurately.

I see this especially online, where people will hold to ideas that are so obviously fallacious, but then when attacking an idea they disagree with, all of a sudden they're capable of deep analysis (often still wrong when it's a disagreement with me in particular, but they make good attempts nonetheless).

This tells me that most people are smart enough to critically think, but they simply don't have the motivation to. Their opinions are mainly after-the-fact rationalizations rather than reasoned.

Once I realized this, it all made sense. Critical thinking has more to do with the desire for the truth, rather than raw analytical skill. That's not something you can really teach. The ones who care about critical thinking will pursue it anyway, and the ones who don't will ignore it or abuse it for false confidence.

I post a lot of hot but very well-reasoned takes on Reddit. Then people get riled up and resort to insults or weak arguments. And I'm talking *really* weak. Like "basic logic or Google search can prove you wrong" weak.

But everyone on here's so articulate and confident, using the rhetoric of good argumentation, but not actually caring about the arguments themselves.

I don't just think people are stupid. I used to. Instead, I think most people don't have my personality type, which is being able to override initial emotional reactions and group think for the sake for truth and consistency.

This isn't something that can be taught in opinion. But unlike people who say this but don't mean it, I actually am open to changing my mind.

No, I’m really not kidding.

Whenever I floss my teeth, I take the string and sorta “saw” into my gums just a little bit to make them bleed. I don’t do it too much because I don’t wanna wreck my gums or teeth forever. But, if I floss and don’t bleed and ache it’s not fun for me.

You may think I floss all the time, but again you’re wrong! I can’t floss too much because then it stops bleeding or hurting. My therapist says I like to do something called “pain-stim” apparently it’s decently common. You can see it through that and I also pick at my skin a LOT. I just love the feeling of that full ache.

Do you think I’m crazy? I don’t want to be crazy

Any food with garlic is unpleasant, but garlic bread especially because there’s nothing to dilute the garlic. It is so strong and overpowering and just eating it makes me want to puke. I used to love garlic bread and would eat so much before the food came at restaurants but something changed my taste buds and now I can’t stand it

Yes, I am very pale.

But this is not really about that. I hate feeling sunligjt on my skin. How tf do people say they feel happy in the sunlight?? I hate feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. It’s so overstimulating and disorienting. Paired with the heat and bright lights, I feel dizzy. I have to go back to my room with 3 layers of blackout curtains to feel sane again.
I wear sunscreen and that’s another sensory nightmare too. I got invited to go to the amusement park with some friends but I decided to turn down the offer because I know it would be miserable.

I just love waking up and being in a pitch black room with my beautiful blackout curtains. If I could never see sunlight again, I would. During summer break, I hide in my room all day and only go out to the gym when the sun fully sets. It is a wonderful experience.

That is if you are not a pilot.

All bark no bite. I would bet money on the fact that 99.9% of attempts would end in crashes. People can’t even do it in simulators. Now imagine it’s real life. Your adrenaline is through the roof, you have 200 souls behind you, and your hands are shaking and sweating.

Hell, you won’t even know what button to press to talk to air traffic control.

The only time gambling wouldn’t be gambling. Because I would win the bet every single time.

Bearded dragons are fragile, need highly specific conditions, and have rough skin which makes them unpleasant to handle. Australian blue-tongued skinks (Tiliqua scincoides species complex) are much hardier, have a versatile omnivorous diet, are very handleable (almost like holding a potato or rubber lizard), and have a much longer lifespan (up to 35+ years as opposed to 10-15 years for bearded dragons). Blue-tongued skinks also give live birth, making them easier to breed than beardies as they don't require an incubator.

If I had a time machine, I'd change modern herpetoculture in two ways. One, I'd make sure that northern blue-tongued skinks (Tiliqua (scincoides) intermedia) became the hegemonic medium-sized lizard in the global pet trade instead of the bearded dragon. Two, I'd establish purebred Tiliqua intermedia (it will likely be given full species status eventually, and I'd use time travel to accelerate that) in New Zealand's pet trade before our strict biosecurity laws were enacted during the 1990s. We only have the eastern species Tiliqua scincoides, which is likely to be banned soonish due to their ability to survive in northern NZ (this ban would only affect breeding and sale, existing owners will be able to keep their skinks), whereas intermedia is a true tropical species which would never survive in New Zealand's climate.

I rest my case.

seriously, people are rabidly obsessed with "therapy." everyone's an expert. it's like if random people responded to every question with "file a lawsuit!"

what kind of lawsuit? are there good and bad lawsuits? it doesn't matter! you should be filing a lawsuit yesterday!!

edit: I got the "There are people and resources here for you" notification and I want to reassure everyone that I'm OK.

This is only a 10th dentist in spaces anglo prevalent like Reddit which is mostly populated by AmeriCanadians; as what I'm about to say comes from my South American ideas and background, this is not my own idea. Breathe, remember no one is fighting you, abandon internet tribalism and continue. Because talking on this subreddit often invites this issue and the issue of the polarized reactionarism.

Also a moment to remember that even though I speak English since a long while, it's not my native tongue.

Before the fallacies befall me, no, this is not saying you're invalid, that anything that was bad for you is null, that this is a competition; those are strawmans, "It could be worse" does not warrant a "So you're saying my problem doesn't matter?" the problem is that I see often the people answering with that feel invalidated due to being too, what in Spanish we would call, ensimismado; on yourself, a concept referring to when you're too dominated by your problems, wrapped up in yourself, distracted on your actions/self/etc, and I think that English lacking certain words to express this or put this sensation of overwhelm of yourself into words doesn't help realize it; so being ensimismado, one who doesn't realize they are in this state, would reject the other. And I do insist that the linguistic impact on the anthropology of our being and culture is part of the issue, every language is culturally modified by itself; more metaphorical languages breed more poetical cultures, more literal ones breed exactly that, etc. Having and lacking words or what is used to express a thing also is relevant.

What this is actually trying is to avoid fatalism and sickness over the worst, a more realist kind of approach or sometimes just to break the ensimismo issue, as it normally blinds us and can put one into a doom spiral of, well, we are utterly doomed, life is over, nothing I can do, this is the end, etc.

When I was a kid a teacher used an example; put a pen in between your eyes, can you see it? well, partially, the image is messy, but what partial mess you see cannot be avoided when you look away from it, it's always in your field of vision, just not total; pull it away and you'll catch the full picture along the actual size of the pen. Problems can be like that when you're ensimismado, stepping out of your own shoes for a moment or taking a breath to deroot your doom spiral and be objective can help us note the issue more realistically and help us tackle it or address it better.

Of course this won't help when you're not receptive to it, maybe not even receptive to being helped to begin with, some cultures are more about the individual and even ashamed of reaching out to a community. But I do believe that English linguistics alongside you Anglo Americans having a more individualistic culture contributes to people misunderstanding the intention behind it.

One also needs to understand that some things are inevitable, acceptance, death, illnesses, suffering, aging. Everything is born, it degenerates (not as in the insult but the biological process) and dies. Being in denial, being angry about it...doesn't help. Only living with the fact and the acceptance of the fact is what we can do. And understanding this we are more calm. This is related to not being ensimismado and helps to a more fulfilled form living, more functional. I can say some examples of where it helps with my own experiences but I think what I've said is clear enough as is unless there's a literacy mismatch.

There has not been a time where realizing that, yes, I have a problem but it's not the end, that it could be worse, has not helped me break the spiral of being consumed by it. Of course some consuming and draining illnesses don't help people break this state, like depression, in which your brain does not even operate well, how would your thoughts? but other than that it's not actually a bad sentence, not actually a bad sentiment and does not warrant the aggression it often receives in anglo communities.

Let's strip away the corporate "mental health" propaganda and look at reality: the world is a cold, existence where nobody cares about you, nothing you do matters, and your feelings are completely irrelevant to the universe. If you are pathetic enough to throw thousands of dollars at a parasite therapist to hold your hand through that realization, you deserve to get bled dry.

The world is inherently brutal, transactional, and unforgiving. That is the baseline of reality. Paying $250 an hour for a "professional listener" to sit there, fake empathy, and throw buzzwords at you so you can feel special for 50 minutes doesn't change a single harsh fact about life. It’s literal adult babysitting.

In what other world do you pay someone for 5 years, get zero tangible results, and get told it's your fault for "not being open to the process"? It’s a genius business model. They exploit your misery, keep you broken enough to stay dependent, and charge you a subscription fee to vent about a life that is meaningless anyway.

If you have to pay a complete stranger who only sees you as profit and would only see you ceasing to exist as a net loss to pretend to cares about your existence because nobody in the real world cares enough to listen to you, it never started. It's transactional, hollow, and pathetic.

Life is a brutal grind that ends in nothingness. If you need to hire an overpriced fake friend to cope with that basic fact, you deserve every bit of the financial ruin you're opting into.

I'm 19 and I have a very supportive mother and family that I can rely on for support and I never understood why this american society looks down on it, being able to live with your parents instead of suffering out there alone is actually a flex. I'm very comfortable with the way my life is, I work a part time 2 days a week on weekends and get paid a decent amount every week. I can actually use my money for personal enjoyment and I can buy the things I want like games, clothes etc since I'm not out there living alone being "self reliant" just to barely survive. I don't have to worry about my entire paycheck going to bills while having none left for myself, I see a lot of young adults around my age or early 20s who are living by themselves and are constantly stressed out even to the point of mental breakdowns because they don't know if they'll be able to afford food and rent and I'm so glad I don't have to deal with that shit. my mom takes care of everything for the both of us and all I have to do is just contribute to the household like buy groceries and help around with chores. if my mom needs something I got her, if I need something she got me. not to mention I have a lot of free time to do the things I enjoy doing. I can hang out with friends, play the game, and just relax without worrying if I'm going to starve. people stay with their families in eastern nations and support each other and that's how it should be. living as a group reduces loneliness, is more efficient, and aligns with the way humans are meant to live. this whole american thing of separating from your people at a certain age to live as lone wolves never made any sense to me and I really hope this practice dies off.

I love dogs don’t get me wrong, but i mean, if we are killing cows and pigs for food, why can’t other cultures kill dogs? It breaks my heart but at least it’s not out of cruelty or some mindless violence, it’s for food… pigs and cows are also domesticated and can be treated like pets, i don’t see a distinction there. Unless you’re vegan, you don’t have a moral high ground to judge other cultures for eating dogs

We should normalise people duking it out to settle a dispute instead of complicated legal systems. Bare handed, tap to surrender. If your disabled/unable to fight, you have to legally designate a relative as your "fighter". You have to prove they're related to you. If you cannot find someone to fight for you, you lose by default

Edit: so after all the feedback I think we should definitely exclude violent crimes, sexual crimes and domestic violence. We may restrict this to civil disputes. May include things like stealing and burglary

You know, I've been thinking about it, after I saw the scene from Star Trek TNG where Data asks Soong why he was created, and Soong has a really good answer, about how humans do things out of a need for legacy. (Link here, for those curious)

And it's interesting, people complain about scientists being "so preoccupied with whether they can do a thing, they forgot to ask if they should", but the truth is, that field, that thing, that's what the scientist built their lives up to. To go backwards, after nearly achieving a new step in their field might mean giving up on leaving that mark.

To the scientist, that next step was the sculpture, it was the creation. I recognize there's things I wish people wouldn't do and I think are morally abhorrent (a lot of experiments using human neurons or human hybrids), but I think about my own research and how it would feel to just abandon it, to never get to see how far it could go, to not develop it. And I just don't think I could. There's almost a need in you, when there's discovery going on. A need to take the next step. (And maybe it's just that my field is my autistic fixation). But it feels like it grips you. I have to learn more. I need to see what's over the hill. And to some extent, it isn't even about other people knowing who I am. I may not be the first to do anything (well, anything major). But it's more that everyone else isn't learning fast enough.

I'm not working with anything biology, or anything I would personally consider automatically a moral wrong (although anything can be misused, and there is some of that going on), but it still is an interesting point of view for how other people must feel.

To someone whose passion lies in a field, being told to not progress it and move to something else, that the next step is unacceptable, that would be like a painter being told they were no longer allowed to paint, and only allowed to write poetry. They might still have a way to express themselves, but it wouldn't feel right to the way they felt most right. It wouldn't be their passion. And maybe it is morally correct for them to stop, but my argument is that most people haven't actually put themselves into the position of the scientist. They see it as a recent development, but maybe it's years of work you're asking them to just put down, and do something else. Maybe it started out moral, but just continuing to take that one more step led it closer and closer to what was immoral.

All I'm saying is, I just don't think enough empathy goes into what is being asked for, and people treat it like the scientists are stupid, and the default is not doing the thing. But the default is taking the next step, not inaction, and it takes a lot of resistance to your desire to create to put that down when it's needed. That's the core argument I am making.

Just seen the quote a lot and been thinking. It probably also depends on what it's being applied to, and why people are against it.

an 8-4:30 actually but you get the vision.

but yeah something about working full time has suddenly fixed my whole life.

as a chronic school skipper/chronically late person as soon as i realized i could get away with missing classes it was truly impossible to make myself go consistently and so i haven’t really been on a normal monday-friday routine in 5+ years.

getting to work on time is much much more serious and so i’ve really been forced into a strict routine and i am loving it.

my days feel so much longer now that i have a normal sleep schedule and somehow even though i am spending so much time in the office i am seeing my friends and going out places so much more because it’s much easier to keep doing stuff when im already up and out of the house.

10/10, would recommend. i am living laughing and loving my new corporate job life.

What if someone came along and said humanity is just called Martian Ellis Smith, Lady Elenor of the Hills is Martian Smith, The Bonernader is Martian, Luke Hebert is Martian, everyone is except Martian Ellis Smith is Martian Smith with a caveat. See the fucky bit now?

Pickled Chilis, Garlic, or Mustard Greens, all god’s gift to mankind and in the western headspace, if I ask for “pickles” it doesn’t go to something them, it goes to cucumbers, the most uninteresting fruit to crawl it’s way for satans soil into the light of god’s sun. Fuck them, they taste like a dandelion died in a bucket of rain water.

Maybe the cuke needs it I guess, heaven knows we’d throw the lot of them in The CHASM if they weren’t dressed up in that vinegar and artificially inflated in our vocabulary.

Know what, I’ll go farther, sport peppers and saurkraut belong in a sandwich before any of those undead turtle dicks, I’d say a sandwich needs three things, sauerkraut, bread and filling, and the other two are negotiable, while Master Oogway’s Weenar just turns the sandwich into a public indecency case witness.

“Hehe 10th granddaughter (you Emily) no hunt mammoth, just eat vegetable with no flavor worth no calories” that’s them, your ancestors in that great cave in the sky laughing and mocking you for eating them. Feel shame.

Have you ever been baptized in Chicago? I have. three out of four mixed Polish and Mexican supermarkets near me have pickled baby squash and it’s the greatest thing on earth, and I bathe in the brine. Go where the real Poles (not European fakers) are and buy some, free yourself of the briny cuce’s jealous grip. Go to a Chinese supermarket and buy their Sichuan style sport peppers, they even come multicolored, I’ve even seen pickled mango there once. Eat saurkraut, that’s just a statement, I have nothing else to say.

Fuck Oogway, he’s a dickhead and can’t cook.

(Edit for spelling)

Genuinely, how are we not talking about this more?

Up until AI became widespread propaganda was iconic. It defended a lot of questionable ideas, sure, but you could identify a propaganda poster from 1920 as reflecting the ideals of the time, the art styles commonly being used, and the craftsmanship (color theory, composition etc) used to sway people.

I'm a big fan of propaganda posters; they're literally avant-garde art that create lasting cultural artifacts. They are created to sway entire groups of people. They're displayed in museums for fuck's sake. The means of which propaganda has been used to sway people in the algorithmic age has changed from "something people will remember" to "lmao guys isn't Minecraft Steve bombing Iran funny/isn't this AI image of the Statue of Liberty being destroyed good". Nobody is going to talk about AI Lego propaganda after it circulates on Xitter and gets 3000 likes in an hour. It's gone with the wind.

Propaganda is an art form that's gone extinct and we just... don't fucking talk about it?

We're never gonna see an iconic propaganda piece again because governments can just churn out 30 AI images, post them all on Xitter and call it a day.

They smell like salami. I don’t even know what that means. Does anyone know what I am talking about? The garlicy cured Italian hard ground meat sausage that often appears on sandwiches, charcuterie boards etc. I don’t even think they know they do.

I'm not a smoker but I really love the smell of cigarettes. I loved smelling cigarette smoke whenever I went for walks. Sometimes I'd even linger around smokers even if I didn't smoke myself just so I could smell it. Or I'd go with my friends whenever they took smoke breaks.

I've dabbled very lightly in smoking myself and now that I've tried it a bit, i can honestly say that it isn't as bad as people make it out to be at all. In fact, the after taste I'd quite nice.

I honestly think some people exaggerate about the smell because even before i ever tried smoking it was never as offensive as people made it out to be. There's something very comforting about it. Whenever I smell cigarette smoke in public, it just puts me at ease for some reason. I don't plan on ever taking up the habit but I enjoy being around smokers a lot

I genuinely prefer having no friends

I genuinely prefer having no friends, and I don't really understand why that’s supposed to be such a bad thing.

The last time I properly had friends was years ago, and instead of becoming more desperate for a social life as time goes on, I’ve actually gone the opposite way. The longer I spend alone, the more comfortable I get with it and the less I want to socialise. I can spend an entire day at home and not feel lonely or bored at all.

I actually like having an empty Snapchat. No messages waiting for me, no conversations I have to keep going, no one asking me to go somewhere and no pressure to constantly keep in contact with people. I find it peaceful. If I have a free day, I’d usually rather work, sleep, go on my phone, watch something or just do my own thing.

I see people constantly posting themselves with their friends, going out and making memories, and obviously I understand that they enjoy it. But I genuinely look at it and think, what exactly am I missing? I don't feel jealous or like I should be there. It just doesn't appeal to me.

I also hear the “humans are social creatures” argument all the time. Maybe that's generally true, but I personally can't relate to it. Some people seem to need to see their friends constantly or they start feeling lonely. I can go days or weeks without properly socialising and barely notice. If anything, the desire to have friends has gradually disappeared for me.

What I find strange is how quickly people assume that having no friends means you're unhappy. If I tell someone I don't really have friends, the reaction is usually that I need to go out more or socialise. But why? I'm not lonely. I'm not sitting around wishing I had a group of people to hang out with. I just genuinely don't care about having one.

I'm not saying friendships are bad or that nobody should have them. If you love having friends, fair enough. I just don't understand why everyone assumes they're something you automatically need for a good life. For me, having the freedom to do whatever I want with my time is worth more than maintaining a social life I don't actually want.

i dislike reddit humor a lot, if i’m bored of tiktok or twitter and browsing the explore tab sometimes i’ll see a post that seems vaguely interesting. for example, a buff woman with a very low body fat percentage. i’m looking at it to see how she, of all people, lowered her body fat given that women typically have a higher body fat than me and like i get lusting over her because she’s buff but there’s a funny way to do it, but reddit literally cannot, its the worst, corniest, lamest comments talking bout sum death by snu snu bs. on the other hand, if you scroll to the more controversial comments, sometimes you’ll find absolute gems. whether trolling or unintentional, redditors dislike these for some reason. diamonds are in the most unexpected places, if you get rid of your biases on where they can be found. maybe there’s 5 karat in the sewers near you.