Whats_your_reasoning @ Whats_your_reasoning @lemmy.world

In case you can't tell, I'm passionate about rationality and critical think

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It made me think the man was caught riding the horse like this:

I’ve mentioned this before in other threads that seek a women-centric Lemmy option, but there was at least one secret community on Reddit like that. Invitees’ post histories were vetted before an invite was sent, both to find women specifically, but also to prevent trolls.

I don’t know exactly how they did it, all I know is that I got an invite one day and found the most open, comforting community I’d ever seen online. It was a place where we could talk about anything from silly stories that made us smile, to complaining about specific issues with bras, all without fear of trolls hijacking the thread, or turning an ordinary thing for us into something sexual.

I miss it.

it even playered a bit of a dong

This was the best part about it.

Funny, I thought he was being held in place by dark magic.

Although, it could well be a girdle infused with dark magic...

With him, any cancer would be ass cancer.

My mind wanders with ease, that’s the problem. My mind wanders whether it’s an appropriate situation or not, both when I need to focus on something (like during a film or a presentation) and when I need to NOT be focusing on something (like when I’m trying to fall asleep.) I suffer from insomnia because of it.

On numerous occasions, people have suggested meditation to me as a way to practice “clearing” thoughts from the mind. They may admit it “takes practice,” but they assume everyone can do it, which makes it all the more frustrating when your brain seems incapable of shutting up. It’s like the “I know you’re depressed, but have you tried being happy?” of ADHD.

Have you spoken specifically to a dermatologist?

Also, my condolences for all the crap you have had to deal with. That is: the original infestations, the continuing trauma, and the potentially-mean responses of people who don't understand. I am but an internet stranger, but I feel you, and wish you luck on overcoming your struggles.

I used to feel bad every time I saw a newly-opened small business that had closed.

It's still sad sometimes. However, ever since I worked in a few small businesses, I got to see just how batshit some small business owners are.

Now when I look at a "new" small business that just closed, I can't help but suspect that a power-tripping owner probably fucked it all up through their own arrogance.

Meditation helps with this.

I know you mean well, but it bothers me whenever people say this. "Just clear your mind" - says the person who thinks everyone's mind works like theirs. I'm tired of being told that the solution to the thing I can't do, is to try to do the thing I can't do.

I was with you for the first sentence, but you lost me at "witty dint."

That is definitely funny. I was just thinking, “How many fads and fashions has this one tortoise seen in his life?”

Do you have a source for that date? Those cars in the background don't look like anything that would've existed in 1886. In fact the first car put into production was patented in 1886 and it looked like this:

Ugh, that's gotta be so frustrating. At least my mom knows my memory is better than hers - she admits it during neutral and pleasant times, like when sharing old stories. But when it comes to things she said or did that hurt me, she goes from "Yeah, that sounds right," to, "I don't remember that." I don't know if it's a subconscious block, conscious denial, legit memory lapse, or what.

I know the tree remembers what the axe forgot and that my mom has never been one to self-reflect on her actions much, so it could go either way. Which reminds me, she absolutely expected me to master certain skills as a child that she still has barely grasped even today. Skills like anticipating others' emotions, being able to laugh at one's self, recognizing when one is wrong, and so on. Things that she insisted I do, but never set an example of how. She legit has told me, on numerous occasions, "Do as I say, not as I do."

Ohh, don't worry, Ma, I'm way ahead of you. Why do you think your grandkids (my nieces/nephews) ask me to hang out all the time instead of you?

My mom's the opposite. I bring up memories to her and she doesn't recall them. She claims not to remember any of the shit she said to me during my formative years, which leads to her now with the "missing missing reasons" whenever my siblings and I don't talk to her.

Here we are 16 or 17-year-old girls showing up to these random college guys house.

Oh man. It's scary how normal this is treated. I remember having friends with "older boyfriends" and I always felt really weirded out by it. Yet when you're a kid (or teen, in this case) and your friends act like it's normal to want adult boyfriends, you're put in a really awkward position. I wasn't able to fully articulate or even comprehend everything fucked up about it at the time, but as an adult looking back, holy shit. There's an entire hidden social ecosystem where being groomed is not only considered normal, but can be seen as enviable by peers.

One time as a kid, a friend lent me her glasses (I never needed glasses, but I always liked them) and I went to climb a tree. In the tree, looking down, the glasses made it seem like I was much closer to the ground than I was.

So I jumped.

It was extremely stupid. There was a point during the fall when I felt like I should've reached the ground already, but I hadn't. In the end I was fine, the glasses were fine, and my friend thought it was funny. But wow, that could've gone disasterously wrong.

Sounds like my family's last trip to Six Flags.

You’re all right. The title of “morally-worst laugh of the day” went to Elon Musk already. As usual.

I'd rather they hang somewhere within rock-throwing distance, but that sounds good too.

And to make it crystal clear - trust doesn't magically reset as soon as a kid hits puberty. If you've been dismissing them and their concerns throughout childhood, they aren't going to suddenly come to you with their problems, no matter how much you tell them they can.

I remember my parents ignoring my complaints as a kid. Then around the age of 12 or so, it was like a switch was flipped. I was being told frequently that I could "come to them with any problem." Cool, just one question - where was this attitude a few years ago, when all my issues were "silly kid stuff" to you? I was basically trained throughout my life to never to bother you with my problems. You can't just undo that by saying a few magic words over and over.