Funny, seeing them at the top gave me a favorable impression of them, but seems to have caused the opposite for you. My impression was probably due to, like someone else said, feeling like maybe they’re not being drilled with as much anti-union propaganda.
But I’m from a place where you have to go out of your way not to be part of a union.
I never knew I wanted to know this much about centaurs.
All the time. My life has been pretty good when it comes to external circumstances, but I have a severe lifelong mood disorder.
So I’m constantly feeling bad and there’s never any ‘reason’.
Same in Sweden, it’s understood that it’s going to suck and you’ll be uncomfortable but that it’ll pass. It’s a given for a lot of people here that it won’t be a problem to stop working while sick. Just rest and small comfort measures (for me, nose spray, ibuprofen if needed, sleeping and whining to myself).
I find it even better when you think about the oxygen instead of the food, since babies become able to breathe on their own entirely without parental intervention.
I agree, but I think I understand why I do it.
TL:DR Maladaptive behavior that is however ultimately harmless since I don’t bother people.
I was a “gifted child”; was always like 2 school years ahead, started uni at 15 and every single person I met would praise me for being the youngest. I was immature so it got to my head. I also have always looked much younger than I am, which also invites comments. Finally, I also have AuDHD and I’m constantly anxious about not acting my age and being too immature. So I try to look at other people’s ages to guide me in how I’m supposed to behave.
All of this is maladaptive and I’ve gotten a lot better with time, and I’m still working on it, but I’m not particularly bothered about the actual fact of having an interest in people’s ages. I make sure I don’t ask them about it or bother them about it, but many just offer this information on their own.
It’s probably normal to forget. I am probably the odd one in that I’m always very aware of my age and I’m almost 40. I’m also acutely aware of the ages of people around me, and (very mildly) uncomfortable if I don’t know someone’s age.
Why would you go there?
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I was lucky i found this store that sells second hand devices from big companies that have bought too many? ( dunno how it actually works), but the quality is sometimes fully new, or have been used briefly; much cheaper and older models like my S10E, which I think it’s from 2018.
I tend to break phones rather often unfortunately (very clumsy, small hands and lack of pockets) so I want to have something like this still available. I do use screen and case protectors and all that. It still lands on the floor quite often :/
I do read extremely fast in my native language (Spanish). Feels like entire sentences go straight into concepts and my brain builds a whole world based on what I’m reading.
However I started reading in a verbalized way with my second and third languages (English and Swedish) because I was completely useless at pronunciation, while reading at a high level. So I had to learn the sounds and they started invading my reading, which I sort of resent.
But the verbalization is still very mild; faint, monotone, non-enunciated.
Some people talked about poetry and I hadn’t considered that my absolute lack of poetry-sense could be related. People have told me about the metrics and whatnot and it really doesn’t click. I have to sort of analyze a poem and explain it to myself in prose, and I imagine that defeats the purpose of poetry?
I’ve had an S10E for a while and didn’t even know the headphone jacks are no longer the norm!
Honestly, nothing. No matter how strong my interest is in something, it will eventually shift dramatically and I’ll have trouble listening to any other thing.
Seems to be the same as it started near Grindavík, the city that was evacuated previously as a precaution.
Same to be honest. I was small, weak and also bullied; but some other kids were bullied in a way it feels like I wouldn’t be able to get over.
I just watched and even laughed if everyone else was laughing.
Not the person you replied to, and not a kink, but:
I would absolutely be more willing to clean my ears if I had this straw-like mechanism. I still do it, but it feels like a huge effort. I also end up with drops all over me.
I can’t really explain why.
I’m inverse you.
Genuinely overthinking this very reply.
Luckily, I’m also impulsive.
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I love the kind of mangoes I used to get in the tropics. Small, very sweet, yellow skin with soft fibers. I’d plock them directly from any tree around me. The skin itself was soft and sweet so no peeling needed.
There’s another kind of mango that locally we called “manga”. It’s bigger, often with reddish and greenish colors mixed with the yellow. It’s more fibrous and significantly less sweet. I really don’t like these, but it’s all I can get where I live now, possibly because the ones I like are harder to preserve and export.
All these details were present from only reading the title:
A very large and heavy marble that you’d need to pick up with both hands to hold. A man was already there keeping a hand on the marble, to prevent it from rolling on the wooden table. The table is simple, square and has 4 legs. I know what the marble would sound like if it were to roll, bumping over the little imperfections. This is happening indoors, but there’s some natural light coming through. The table is relatively close to the edge of a room but you can still approach the table from all sides. The room is mostly undefined besides that. The man is not too detailed, I have a vague awareness of what he is like, but more like a gestalt of him.
After reading the prompt: The man rolled the ball with a soft push. It produced the expected sound and then he stopped it again before it fell. I felt anxiety when the ball rolled, and was relieved when it was stopped. I want to put it on soft cloth so that we can stop worrying about it rolling off the table. There’s soft cloth nearby, and it’s purple felt.
I have hyperfantasia.