For real. Everyone already has their friend group, their clique, whatever. They often say they are open and welcoming, and sometimes are for a while. They don't try to get to know the newcomer, regale then with stories of their already set in stone group, and make promises they have no intention of keeping. Newcomer leaves, and they don't even notice or care to reach out, and if they do, it's purely performative and there's no follow through because they already have their group.

Australia: I don't get it either.

So far, so good. Thanks much for this!

Wait for the sequel:

"I live in an iron lung and that's ok!"

Proof that sometimes people don't learn the lesson the first time...

To be a woman online means to feel unwelcome. Leaving a new community is pretty much inevitable unless you are willing to swim in toxicity.

I've lost count of how many 'welcoming' communities for game/hobby/interest that I have left because of the inevitable creep of (male) toxicity and harassment.

And it sucks to watch so many people not speak up, and to be targeted for further harassment simply because I said rape jokes weren't funny. (Or tying and drugging up a woman so T could have a girlfriend, if the group I play online games with are stalking my account read this. You guys are part of the problem.)

I just want liked minded people to share my interests and play games with.

I, and other women shouldn't have to navigate or ignore toxicity to simply exist in public spaces.

[Downvotes prove my statement. I'm not welcome or wanted, I get it. See you after my funeral.]

Again?

Or driveways.

Santos wrote, “I just single-handedly made the left hate Drag queens lol,”

Nah dude, we just hate you.

I've had tinnitus for decades, and it SUCKS. I've always been careful for my hearing, but after a concussion it arrived and never went away.

I play games with most sounds off. I can't use headphones, wearing them gives me a migraine no matter the volume.

I've had hearing tests, seen a specialist. I have no hearing loss, but I do have misaphonia and tinnitus. The combination is pure hell, there is no respite.

I can't distinguish voices in chats well enough to follow what's being said if more than one person is talking. It's even worse online when I can't lip read to decode what's being said.

Project your earholes.

6am friends could have also brought about world peace, but no, they had to wake up the 11am friend.

Dud. After years of having to remind, plan and remind the other half again and again, I gave up and said nothing last year. Nothing happened. Nothing happened again this year. Next up - Mother's Day, which I expect to be equally nothing, just like last year.

I can't wait for the complaints that I planned nothing for birthdays or Father's Day.

I don't give a flying fuck how they try to explain it. I don't want AI driven anything.

Let people opt in to that crap. They have an app store, out it's there.

I was in danger of having sympathy for a lawyer, then this brought me back.

Way to take a serious matter and make it comical.

A bear's intentions are obvious.

I think he got his mom's color palettes mixed in with his derp.

(Mostly older) People have been claiming they were a summer or autumn for decades.

I have noticed this. I have a few searches that I do regularly, and over time I've watched the results get less and less relevant for the same keywords.

One of the more recent searches was for a set of data I had been building. I had the keywords from my notes, and when I went to search for it again, using the same keywords that found it the previous times, it was no longer a result. I knew the dates of one event in particular, so I narrowed to that, and still google served me results for ten years before the specified date range. A bit more fine tuning, and Google continued to serve the same results, all not even remotely close to what I was after, and results that were found even as recently as last week are not longer there.

Fun Fact: Dolphins fart.

Won't be long before flour companies start packaging with fabric so people can make clothes.

Spoken to someone who might work 60 minutes a week.

He can get fucked by his 60 hour work week. Sideways.