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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Hey internet: this right here ^ is how you respond when you encounter new information after a disagreement. It's totally okay to admit not having known something before. You don't have to double-down on your ignorance or go off at some stranger.

We're all just people, learning all the time. It's cool.

Anyway, thanks for responding like a reasonable person, OP.

A scary side effect of this is how many small plane pilots don’t use gloves when checking fuel. In my flight school, I was the only student who used gloves. Everyone else just covers the tube with their thumb, unconcerned with how easily lead can pass through their skin.

Fuel that gets checked usually gets dumped on the ground, too. It’d be interesting (and probably unsettling) to see how much lead finds its way into the ground around airports.

Invasive species are something else. They can cause active harm to an ecosystem and are crucial to look out for, especially in sensitive areas. Just because "life finds a way" doesn't mean destroying a niche habitat is okay.

The first time I took an online IQ test was when I was about 12 years old, around 2001. Even then, when I got back high results, I thought, “They probably make everyone’s score high, to encourage them to share the test. I’m going to take this result with a grain of salt.”

I never shared it, because I didn’t trust it. I soon learned that IQ tests are culturally biased anyway, and later on learned about the more up-to-date multiple-intelligence tests.

Seeing a grown adult taking and sharing an online IQ test in this day and age, my inner 12-year-old is rolling her eyes. It seems like someone is desperate for validation.

Oh, it's absolutely possible, but only after experiencing such abuse and isolation that you come to prefer your own company.

The last straw for me came when I finally stood up to my so-called "best friend," who acted perfectly sweet when we were alone, but who threw me under the bus whenever my bullies were around. Our families were (and sadly, still are) friends, so I'd known her since she was born and there was a lot of social pressure for us to hang out together. She abused me constantly and loved to fuck with my head. I figured that if that was the "best" friend I could have, then I didn't need friends at all. One day on the bus home, shortly after she'd spread yet another rumor about me, I called her a traitor and a backstabber.

She immediately turned to the bullies sitting behind us (whose hobbies included talking about me, stealing my stuff, and putting gum in my hair) and said, "That's so funny! She just called me a traitor!" Yep, I was done.

That was in my last year of middle school. Going into high school, I was resolved to not give a fuck what anybody said about me. I decided to stop trying to change myself to fit in. I embraced my own interests without a care what anybody would say.

And that first year of high school was when I ended up making actual, real friends for the first time. People who actually get me. The payoff was huge and still benefits me today, but it came at a great cost during my most impressionable age.

😂

Ohh, if only my love life were that adventurous.

There is a way out, but it involves not caring what classmates think. That's a high bar for a lot of kids, especially in middle school. Kids have to come to that conclusion on their own. No amount of adults telling them "you shouldn't care" will change things.

By high school I found social success after not caring what others thought. But I had been bullied my whole school experience up til that point, so by high school I had run out of fucks to give. In other words, I learned the hard way, but that's something every teen has to figure out for themselves.

I remember when high tops were in vogue. Granted, I hung out with kids in the "alternative music" scene, and Vans sponsored Warped Tour so much that "Vans Warped Tour" was just a normal term for us.

Some kids ask "why" because they understand the question and want to know more, but that isn't the only reason.

Asking "why" tends to result in people talking to you. Ever hear a kid ask "why" over and over again without caring about the answer? They may have been asking the question because it provides them with attention. It's a single word that nearly guarantees an adult will talk to you, and sometimes that's all a kid really wants.

What a great story to read while I wait for a call back from my doctor, due to a sore throat...

It would be nice if there were information on what part of the throat is supposed to hurt. I've got pain in the esophagus, but not the trachea. I can talk pain-free, but it hurts like hell to swallow.

I feel like I could save this picture and show it to people next time they ask what foods I can't stand.

(I lived.)

Phew Thank you for that closure.

To any prospective and new parents stumbling onto this thread: Turn back. NOW.

This thread will give you nightmare fuel. You have been warned.

I accidentally slammed my picky toe into a corner once and I'm pretty sure I broke it. But I was scared to tell my parents, so I just wore socks around the house until it healed.

I don't think it healed properly either. If I feel the edges of my picky toes, I can feel a difference between my right and left. Using standard anatomical terms of location for clarity, the toe that got injured has a pointier joint on the medial edge, with the distal bone of the pinky turning slightly more laterally than the uninjured toe bone does. It doesn't hurt today and doesn't cause me any issues, as far as I can tell.

It still sucks that I'm not the only one who felt the need to hide an injury as a child.

Oof, this happened when my family went tubing down the Delaware River. It was the first time in my life that I was grateful women's bathing suits include a top, as I got burnt horribly, but I didn't end up with as much burn as the guys in my party all did. My poor, Canadian boyfriend looked like a tomato at the end.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn

It's a famous "six-word story" that is usually attributed to Ernest Hemingway. This meme's framing is a reference/parody of it.

If I wanted that, I'd use the hand-held shower head.

Knock-offs include: Steamed Clams and the Albany-exclusive Steamed Hams.