When we’re new to adulthood, it doesn’t immediately occur to all of us that you’re almost always allowed to leave a situation, because growing up we’re forced to stay in situations until someone dismisses us and/or takes us home, or if we do leave on our own accord there’s someone waiting at home to say “we don’t quit in this family!” Boring party? You can leave. You don’t like the lecture? You can walk out. New doctor not working out? You can end the appointment, you don’t need to wait for them to dismiss you. Bad date? You can just go home. Leaving a situation prematurely might have consequences, but unless you’re under arrest or serving prison time, it’s pretty much always allowed.
A while back, I called for a Lyft ride home from the airport. The lyft pulled up, he called my name, and I opened the door and climbed in. While I was climbing in he was getting out, which I didn’t realize until he opened the back door on the other side.
Him: I’ll put your bag in the trunk. Me: Oh, there’s no need. Him: I’ll just put it back there. Me: I prefer to keep my bag with me.
I was also still holding onto it so he couldn’t just grab it, and when I said “I prefer to keep it with me” this cloud of rage crossed his face.
Him: Then get out. Me: Excuse me? Him: Get out, I don’t want your bag fucking up my upholstery.
Now, this was a weekender – essentially an upscale duffle bag. Small, almost brand new, easily fitting on the middle-seat beside me. I don’t know if he was just really intense about his upholstery or if he was running some kind of scam, but either way I now DEFINITELY was not going to let him separate me from my bag.
So I said “Okay,” and I picked up my bag and got out, took out my phone, and cancelled him as my driver.
He looked at me like I’d grown a second head. There was this moment of total disconnect in his face, and then he started ranting about how someone had damaged his upholstery and they needed to put their bags in the back and he wasn’t going to have me getting his upholstery dirty.
I said, “I’m out of your car. Drive on, I’ll get another,” and held up my phone.
This had clearly never happened before – it looked like plenty of people had thought “This guy is crazy” but went the “so I’d better let him do what he wants” route instead of “so I’m getting out of his car”. Which is totally normal! We’re socialized to prioritize “not making a scene” over personal safety. But when you do call that bluff, when you defy the social convention that the other person is counting on to make you do what they want you to do, they don’t know how to react, which gives you time for a clean getaway. And maybe he thought I was a dickhead but what do I care what an asshole thinks of me?
Anyway the moral of the story is yes, you should know that you can almost always leave a situation and often it’s in your best interest to do so.
(Right after I called for another car he picked up a fare using Quick Match or whatever it’s called, peeled out of the Lyft lane, and hit another car well nigh immediately.)
[ID: The Benefits of walking away. (Illustration of the back of a person walking away. ) 1. Makes bad things disappear quickly. 2. Gives everyone optimal view of your back. 3. Answers question, “I wonder what would happen if I just walked away”]
Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?
Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.
Now, it’s just… Social media. That’s it. Social media and news sites. And I’m tired of social media and I’m tired of the news.
Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?
ALSO you should consider browsing Virtual Pet List and seeing if there are any pet sites you might be interested in playing. There is a whole genre of browser games right under your nose
Another one that I just found recently is this, which is a whole collection of blogs, organized by topic!
Look guys the real internet IS STILL THERE I’m going to cry
My site’s hosted by neocities too and it’s literally just $5 a month (!)….that’s a site now 22 years old, I have some 60,000 files on it constituting several gigs. Other site hosts are like $40 a month to host a quarter what I have. Everybody get a neocities account and keep rebuilding the internet
me explaining my gender to a cishet person: “I don’t really mind what you call me or what gender I am just decide whatever you think fits”
me explaining my gender to a queer person: “I am a man who’s a woman and a woman who’s a man and a nonbinary person who’s a woman and a nonbinary person who’s a man and a man who’s a nonbinary person and a woman who’s a nonbirary person. I am also not nonbinary or a man or a woman but I’m also a man a woman and nonbinary”
I was looking at this thinking “that’s odd phrasing, ‘whinging little fuckers’ would be how you’d normally say it”, and then I realised, wait, “Little Whinging” is a direct reference to Harry Potter. David Tennant does not miss.
It’s apparently sexual assault to masturbate to the idea of someone without getting their permission first. I’ve been suddenly thrown back into 2015 Tumblr
I keep seeing people genuinely having this take and I am just…aghast is probably the right word? At the idea that if you want to jerk off while thinking about someone you need to have their permission. Do people genuinely not understand how much more invasive and unwanted bringing that question to someone would be?
In what world is thinking about someone while you masturbate without their permission sexual assault, but it’s fine if you approach someone who almost certainly does not want to know if you think about them like that, make that knowledge available to them, and then put making the decision on weather you are allowed to jerk off while thinking about them entirely on their shoulders? In what world is that second thing not a hundred times worse?
To be very clear:
✅ jerking off thinking about whoever you want, for any reason, without permission. Don’t tell them unless you are in a relationship with them and it seems like something they would like to hear! You are fine, you are not hurting anyone! This is nobody’s business but yours, period.
🚫 walking up to a platonic friend or acquaintance or co-worker and saying “hey I really want to jerk off while thinking of you, but it seems creepy to do that without your permission, so can you tell me it’s fine to do that?” This is sexual harassment no matter who you do this to, and if you are doing this to a co-worker this is grounds for you being fired. If you do this to someone who is working at their job, but you do not work there (like a barista or a waitress), do not be surprised if you get kicked out of that establishment for creep behavior! And if you do this to a friend or acquaintance or even a near-stranger, do not be surprised if they 1) never talk to you again, 2) warn mutual friends or acquaintances that you are a creep and/or 3) fucking deck you because you have just made the conversation awkward at best and fucking scary for them at worst, and they would be justified to rely on their fight or flight to get out of range of you.
I am begging you to think. Just think, for a second. You might off handedly agree with the statement “I wouldn’t want someone to jerk off while thinking about me without my permission” but if someone came up to you and asked you that, you would absolutely lose your shit in one direction or another.
Nobody wants this. Nobody should do this. If anyone, for any reason, jerks off while thinking about me and I haven’t made it clear to them beforehand that I would love to hear all about that? Then I don’t want to know about it. I hope they’re having fun, but I also hope they never tell me about it, or involve me in conversations about it to receive my permission to continue.
I don’t want this, and you, generic puriteen, don’t want this either. You just don’t.
They know it’s an insane, inappropriate question. They do not actually want you to ask your coworkers permission to put them in your spank bank.
They want you to stop fantasizing about people who aren’t already your romantic partner.
I got an extension called DeArrow that replaces Youtube thumbnails/titles with crowdsourced ones to make them less clickbaity and obnoxious. If there isn’t one available I set it to just grab a random frame and remove ALL CAPS!!!.
Here’s some comparisons (Original on the left, DeArrow on the right):
You’re 17 and 4/5ths right now, you’re not aging up a full year, you’re just gonna be a few months older than you are right now. Time moves on, the numbers keep going up, the numbers are meaningless.
can your mainly shitpost blog stop changing my worldview please
“Kill them with kindness” Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK* 🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏
and then they proceeded to be the worst at their jobs for the next 20 years
No no, you don’t get it. Jesse and James are the absolute best there is at their jobs, but they have no idea what their jobs are.
They think that they’re thieves, agents of an elite criminal group led by Giovanni, stealing rare pokemon and advanced technology and such. And there might have been a time this actually was their jobs. In the first season or two, they frequently get angry phone calls about how they’ve fucked everything up, or get their expense account cut off because they have literally never turned a profit on their criminal enterprises and constantly procure and then lose/destroy expensive and elaborate devices.
But then the world came within a hair’s breadth of being destroyed, several times, and Jesse, James, and their weird cat rescued everybody. As terrible as they’ve always been at criminal endeavors of any kind, when the apocalypse approaches and they’re forced to step up, they’re really fucking good at saving the day.
And Giovanni is over here like… if the planet is destroyed, or time/space becomes unrecognizable, or civilization collapses, there’s no way for me to run a profitable criminal enterprise anymore. I need this planet, because it’s where I keep all my stuff. And I don’t pretend to understand the why of it, but these couple of bumbling nutcases that I should have fired years ago seem to be an important component of that? Somehow? So you gotta stop thinking about them in terms of acquisitions and start considering them… loss prevention. As in, even if you waste a million dollars a month on giant cat-faced robots and a vast array of fancy ball gowns and they never turn a profit, they are preventing all of your assets from going away at the same time because of something you can’t do anything about.
And that’s the great secret behind Team Rocket. These guys aren’t thieves, they’re professional superheroes (sponsored by organized crime). Of course, nobody ever bothered to tell them that.
“To protect the world from devastation…”
Plus, as is frequently pointed out: Jesse and James are good at every other job EXCEPT Team Rocket. They’re actually smart businesspeople and run successful food and merchandise stands and are great salespeople.
Hell, even in Team Rocket situations where they’re not chasing after Pikachu they’ve done better.
It’s just their Achilles Heel is one damn OP rodent.
And then your hip would break because their medical staff is garage and they don’t have the same regulations as over so no you’re back to square one you fucking tool
that is american propaganda used to justify their lack of a working healthcare system. it’s not true and even if it was what good would having slightly better healthcare do if it’s only accessible by the richest members of society?
You absolute fucking clown. Lmao
Damn. Spains healthcare sure isnt garage like they said
God Americans are so fucking brainwashed like seriously imagine thinking a first world country in Europe of all places is medically inferior, the patriot brain rot is strong
The rich have spent the entire history of the United States selling the lie of American exceptionalism to the population in order to keep fleecing the brainwashed and stop us from correcting their corruption.
I’m not a psychology researcher, but my guess would be that the nature of it being a time-limited puzzle game where you have to juggle multiple factors means that your short-term memory gets filled and the traumatic images are “dumped” in favor of remembering how many times to rotate the L piece. “As soon as possible” is probably because the sooner you do it, the less likely it is to become part of your long-term memory.
If that is true, then other time-limited activities where you have to remember and plan in a tight time frame may serve a similar purpose.
This can have an effect hours after the traumatic event happens too! All participants were treated within about 6 hours and played for a total of 20 minutes of Tetris (with at least one play time of 10 minutes straight).
Due to a misspelling on my part while writing down a wish I wanted the djinni to grant me, I have been transported back in time and turned into a servant of the king of England, Denmark, and Norway
That’s right, I am serving Cnut
I mean this so kindly, but I have this primordial urge to shove you into a locker.
i literally fucking blinked and this shit happened istg y’all are insane—
Fuck it. Spread this post to every nook and cranny on tumblr. Prove to everyone that this site is ALIVE and FLOURISHING and that it will last for fucking DECADES
would much like to point out that the people publishing these articles are trying to needle millennials into treating gen z with the same disgusting vitriol we were treated with.
don’t buy it.
our younger brothers and sisters might eat a tide pod and get us blamed for it, but we have more in common with them than we ever had with boomers or gen x.
they are terrified of the things we can do together. remember that.
This goes for Gen Z too. Don’t buy into bullying gen Alpha, they are literally kids. I know most of you probably don’t but I’ve unfortunately seen it a few times and it makes me sad.
clothes with a dirty hem are not that symbolically interesting on their own because that’s just what happens when you wear something and walk around in it outside. but dirty cuffs? sleeves spattered with stains? now that has Implications
stained hem: normal wear and tear
stained cuffs: you are someone who gets their hands dirty. your actions are mired in filth you cannot easily wash out.
closing statement from an article about being intersex & the possible connection of gender expression and sexuality in intersex individuals, published in The Gay Liberator,
i was talking to this wee boy (3ish?) on my shift today and he was telling me about his holiday he’s going on and he was like “and we’re bringing CLINT!” and i was like awww is clint your teddy? and his dad was like no it’s his clint eastwood boxset
“THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I exasperatedly yell as my leitmotif and that of my mortal enemy are arranged and mixed to play as a single track during our final climatic duel.
“ON MY MOTHER’S NAME, THIS ISN’T A SEX THING” I desperately howl as my nemesis and I pull off a seamless, perfectly coordinated team attack on a greater threat, with no prior training or practice, our skills and habits mingling and mixing perfectly and naturally due to our dozens of duels with each other, leading to immensely intimate familiarity with each other’s martial habits, combat tendencies, and overall skillset.
ALT
