mostly due to some unaddressed mental health issues.

I expect all the stories to be this. Why am I in this thread??

Not ontologically so. People are made evil by latching themselves onto systems that unperson others. That’s not to say they’re ever entitled to receive the respect of those they’ve victimised, or that anyone should shed any tears over their stock portfolio cratering

I probably cannot live with a lot of people, even if they really need it. I’ve been woken up by angry housemates one too many times and I’m really not coping.

It means you’re able to capture enemy buildings, important in today’s competitive employment market!

I periodically give things away to people who just immediately sell them. I never trust them again, and it’s rarely items I directly need, I just like to have them around to loan to people.

Apparently some are wholly disconnected, but not all, leading to some pedestrians just standing there through multiple traffic cycles because they read a cracked article in 2010 that said the buttom doesn’t do anything. Pressing a second time definitely doesn’t do anything but provide stress relief though.

Related is elevator close-door buttons. I hold them down for a long time which seems to work well, but for some elevators it doesn’t.

Also you can juke a lot of QoL stats through interactions with other countries (for better or worse; having a weak currency could improve employment conditions but make it harder for people to get imported goods, impossible for a household to achieve or even make a meaningful decision on)

Moss doesn’t exclusively grow on the north side of trees.

My brain was like “why do people so desperately need to find moss that it not being on the north side would mean death?” Before remembering many people don’t know which way they are facing (or left and right) usually. (Also, I’m sure I’d do worse in an unfamiliar area)

The sloppiest fan fic

Can’t from hexbear, I’m not sure we can even see aggregated vote totals if other instances downvote

Yes. I’ve tried pretty hard to hide it, but people figure it out anyway pretty much instantly. Why bother?

Someone else that they trust a lot that they introduced you to to help you out of a jam.

I’ve seen the best friends one a couple of times and it completely destroys the dynamic obviously. One guy isolated himself and spent a year drunk and on /pol/ and the first conversation I had with him after that was about how the holocaust didn’t happen. Idek if cheating happened in that instance or if she just lined up his best friend really quickly.

Everyone new I meet seems to be polyamorous now but I just hear about less relationship drama generally.

I feel like I currently would be vulnerable to such a thing

If I had one and was unbothered by energy, probably around 18-21 C. As it stands, I’m planning on storing a couple of spray bottles full of water in the fridge and having a fan pointed at me at all times when summer comes around.

I always clicked with it really hard as a kid, but my parents banned me from it, so I just wound up making friends so I could play OG Red Alert or Commander Keen or whatever. I also played Tabletop 40k from a pretty early age, which my parents were more permissive of. In tabletop I have a very good systemising mind, so I wind up being the rules person, but I’m not super obsessed about any one system (I am a little “obsessed” with how few people play something other than D&D systems).

Yeah, I can type faster than I can write, but I can write faster than I can type on phone. The note winds up in a physical location, which helps me with both retrieval and remembering (say, this section of my desk-cube-thing is for project notes in my garage, this section is events, this is things I need to buy from the shops etc). I can draw little images pretty easily as well, have not habituated to digital art unfortunately. While not insurmountable with apps, is it really worth the additional effort shopping around when I keep inheriting post-it notes and data cards from various sources (idk why).

Also, I get bonkers distracted on the phone. I sometimes forget I am just checking the time.

It’s ok. I’ve had some amicable conversations and there’s more content for my train trips. Sometimes the online arguments make my anxiety shoot up.

I remember my sphere was obsessed with the turn of the millenium