almost as good as the motherfucking website. :D

mathematics is a human language/system.

nature just follows the laws and quirks this universe has. the plants, animals and subatomic particles will keep doing the same, regardless if we have a tool or theory that can describe what they're doing.

sure, there are patterns everywhere in nature, but i would not go as far as to say that that makes mathematics a language of nature.

The tendency of society to bully people into conformity is honestly one of its worst traits.

why can humans be so incredibly shitty? 😞

Wow, secretly overriding a decision for a permanent modification of someone else's body... what a scumbag.

It's probably the same kind of guy who's going to be really disappointed and angry because his child(ren) have lost their trust in him.

one lesson life gave me was:

no matter how fundamentally and universally hated you think something is, there's always some individuals, communities and/or cultures who enjoy said thing.

the same opposition goes for things you assume everyone loves.

it's amazing how incredibly complex and diverse humans are.

I tried to do my part and heavily restricted my visits to the site. I checked the state of my feed and user profiles a select few times but always left almost immediately.

I even redirected my reddit browser bookmark to a local website which acted as a warning wall, just to stop me from my subconsciously opening and browsing the site.

no need to feel like an impostor. you could be homoromantic asexual. or if you're also on the aro spectrum, oriented aroace (where tertiary attractions are relevant enough to be considered part of their orientation) could apply.

even if you're not on the end of the ace spectrum, like gray or demisexual, you still belong in this community. and if you ever turn out to be not aspec anymore in the future, i'm sure you'd still be welcome here.

you are what you are, and that's valid. you don't need to prove your place here.

and feeling lonely/sad because you don't have anyone is no reason to be excluded, either. some aces (and aros) have no problem being alone. some crave a relationship of some kind. some are actively avoiding it, because "ew, relationships".

the ace spectrum is just as diverse as humanity itself, we just have the little difference of not (or conditionally, or rarely) experiencing sexual attraction. that says NOTHING about our opinions or how we interface with the (lack of) feelings

there is no reason for a (non-foreach) for loop to be any more or less finite than a while loop.

for (a; b; c)
{
  d;
}

is just syntactic sugar for

{
  a;
  while (b)
  {
    d;
    c;
  }
}

in most or all languages with c-like syntax.

You people are using the local/all feed?

Am I the only one who exclusively uses the subscription function?

I think it was 2014 or 2015 where someone suggested to me that I might be aro. either I misheard it or they mispronounced it, but I thought "what? aromatic? what's that supposed to mean?" and kinda dismissed it.

a bit later, maybe also 2016, I stumbled upon the term asexuality. and I found myself in there as well. to me, it was less "omg, I'm not broken!" but more "ah, that's the word for it". I was already kind of aware of my non-existant level of attraction and desire to look for a relationship. I'm sex repulsed, so that made asexuality rather clear.

in terms of being aromantic: I never kissed, hugged or cuddled with the teenage girlfriend I had (into which relationship my mother kinda coerced me into. not out of bad faith, though. I had almost no friends, and she just wanted me to encourage to feel romantic love toward someone and experience how awesome it's supposed to feel)

so, some years later, I also stumbled upon the aro label. even though I knew it was applicable, I didn't really vibe with it for quite some time. maybe because I my sex repulsion made my asexuality a lot clearer and significant than my (I guess) romance indifference.

Today, I've embraced both labels. I'm glad to have found them, because it opened up a world for me to find other like-minded people online (I'm not aware of anyone offline being aro or ace) to share discussions and memes with.

the a-spec community is/was one of the last things I regularly returned to reddit for, if this community finally picks up some steam, I might be able to stay here for good. :)

reminds me of my test runs with elvanse (no idea how exactly that is related to vyvanse, other than the name and symptom similarity).

it was suggested that I might have more success with it than with ritalin. so far I've taken 3 of these pills. one day on the first, two days on my second attempt.

on both attempts, I've lost my appetite completely. not only that, I've noticed a mild disgust against anything edible. I'm already an incredible picky eater per default, my reaction against food that doesn't taste good is already really strong, which basically leaves me with only a handfull of meals I can eat without strong discomfort. but on that medication, I just could not get myself (nor felt any need) to eat anything. it was actually rather scary.

Unlikely. At that insane pressure, the hull is either completely intact, or, once moving, completely imploding in a fraction of human reaction time. We're talking about time frames of a millisecond. They couldn't possibly have seen it coming. One moment you're alive and well, the next moment your body is nothing more than paste.

The only evidence for them to legitimately worry about would have been from knowledge about any kind of sketchy practices and/or material choices during the building process.

make an onlyfans account and try again. zonai dispensers won't be legally allowed to give you anything else... :P

Important note: everyone's ADHD is individual, my struggles are not necessarily going to be your struggles, keep that in mind.

I had my first real job experience starting last October (it was a full-time internship for university, which was supposed to be 95 full-time work days within 6 months). The conditions were ideal: friendly and respectful coworkers, a beautiful, park-like property with a pond and walkways, I could come in whenever I liked, as long as I wouldn't miss a meeting (which didn't happen before 9:00), decent pay for an internship. And to top it all off, the company worked with my favorite programming language.

Despite all that, I noticed how this full-time job slowly ate me up. I noticed how, from day to day, my mental battery drained progressively further. It got more and more clear to me that there was no way for me to work and have enough free time and sleep in 24 hours. I came home, mentally exhausted, and often couldn't do much more than just sit down and watch some videos until bedtime. My personal projects and interests had to be completely stopped in their tracks. Going to bed on time left me incredibly unsatisfied (which, over weeks, became misery), but if I tried to give my mind enough time to be satisfied, I sacrificed important sleep hours. Either my mind was deteriorating, or my body.

In hindsight, my 2-week covid quarantine in November was an important break for my mind, despite how horrible being sick was. I also almost reached a breaking point before Christmas, where I used 6 tactically chosen holiday days to bring it up to another 2 weeks. I felt better afterwards, but not recovered.

Ultimately, I lasted 4 1/2 months, until I crashed down with a horrible burnout in February. 18 days short of what I needed for the internship. I sincerely hoped I could power through the rest to be done with it. I really tried. But at that time, my mental resources were dried up, completely. I didn't function at all, anymore. I became an empty husk of myself.

Luckily, with some explanation and a doctoral certificate, I got the university's green light to pick it up at a later time and just work the 18 days, instead of having to redo the whole internship. If that would have been denied, I would have probably quit university then and there. Because having to go through that again, would have been unthinkable for me.

The most important thing this internship taught me was not related to the work itself, nor its industry branch, it was the realization that I'm incompatible with full-time work. That's why I recently struck a deal with the company, I'm going to work the last 18 days, but only 3 days per week, instead of 5. I hope 2 extra free days per week will be enough for me to remain stable.

You might get used to your job in a few weeks. Or you might feel like I did. The only person who will know the best, is you. If you are like me, just be sure to pull the emergency break before you crash down like I did.

"you're fired!"

"lmao"

ASCII alone already does offer a rather wide range of emotions, no need for unicode. :D

depends what you mean with "taboo".

being a neo-nazi? generally heavily frowned upon. use certain nazi imagery and/or deny that the holocaust happened? both actually punishable by law.

taboo as in we don't talk about it? hell no! we get taught about the cruelties that happened here at length in school above a certain age. let me tell you, history class in germany is not fun. in certain german states there's also one mandatory(?) school trip to the remains of one of the nearest concentration camps. trust me, we know about the absolutely inhumane cruelty these monsters were capable of.

content warning for the rest of the post:

one of the images that stuck most with me was of a documentary shown in school. pictures of one of the gas chambers, where they shoved in by the hundreds. the concrete ceiling had fingernail imprints. the implications of that alone are haunting. they must have had absolutely agonizing last minutes in there.

...or some punishment cells in concentration camps. just tight gaps, enough to shove someone in sideways. and not tall enough to be able to stand upright in. the person inside could not get relief from standing up, they could not sit down. all they could do was exist in a painful position with the knees against one wall, the butt against the other wall, and gravity doing the rest to cause relentless pressure on the knees. as far as I know they got put in there for days, with eye witnesses describing constant screams of agony from inside.

...or the one time hitler decided to hang some people. but not with a regular rope, but rather on piano strings, with the victims being lowered very slowly into their final position. once hanging, there was no way for the victim to grab the string anymore. all they could do was flail around and slowly suffocate. it was just another sadistic way of maximizing pain, agony and despair in the people they hated and hunted.

and these are just a tiny fraction of the documented things. i don't even want to imagine what atrocities without witnesses happened.

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the last paragraph makes incredibly hard to take it seriously, tbh.

It's quite hard for me to love someone who is/has been such a leading voice for a political movement that wants people suppressed, silenced or even eradicated because of their identities and orientations...

In my case, it's a mixture of life wiki, personal project wiki, videogame wiki, and journal (not daily, but more for a few significant days).

Like, there's this cluster with all the people that I know, pointing to their respective communities, and who participated in which annual social gathering (which have their own articles with pictures and videos). With one (usually rather empty) article per person, I can just link to them from other relevant places.

Then there are all my (software) projects and generally intellectually interesting stuff I thought about, which I wrote down over the years (which took me a few weeks to digitalize/find/sort once I got my hands on obsidian).

In terms of video games, it's either the knowledge/realizations I made or rough copies from some online wiki articles. Considering my internet provider is horrible and unreliable, having an offline source can be really nice sometimes.

In general, it's really useful to support my shitty memory. Having detailed descriptions of what I've made or what happened just makes it easier to re-experience certain moments.