Pickles will never voluntarily touch my plate, and when they do I push my plate to the nearest pickle person so I don’t have to remove it myself and get contaminated with the vinegar.
Sun dried tomatoes and the occasional kalamata olive I can tolerate. Artichoke hearts and roasted bell peppers are awesome.
Multiple people are getting paid so they can make a living, more money flows through the economy and even if you don’t personally find it to your taste, it’s still the result of cumulative human efforts.
Gen AI has its uses in personal entertainment but I will spit on the corpo who tries to make me pay for art a person didn’t actually compose/play.
Spotify is no paragon of morality but at least I can find real, human artists via the platform and see/support them in other ways.
When it comes to human expression, I only want my money to go to human expression (even if it’s deemed “soulless”).
Disclaimer: this is not a diagnosis or suggestion of one.
These feelings about topics are pretty common in the neurodivergent/autistic community and are called “special interests” in our sphere. So “Cats/animals special interest” might be a helpful search query?
Mine lays on me in such a way that I have to audition for Cirque du Soleil so I can turn over, after which she promptly tells me I have “done a bad” and gets in my face to demand pets as recompense before going back to laying on me in the most space-consuming manner possible.
Forget manspreading. Catspreading is far more spatially offensive.
That’s an intense game of roulette.
Will they accept the kiss, pull away/hiss/run, or swiftly smack you in the face?