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Cake day: July 2nd, 2023

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  • No doubt. Mistakes and bad decisions happen. I rarely choose to do harm. Even when I have done harm, it was usually an unforeseen product of better intent. I can only assume that others share these sentiments. So it’s easy for me to rationalize the concept that:

    1. Were I to confront an alternate but identical self, would I feel that I had any reason to deceive and would I be receptive to understanding or even empathy? No and yes, respectively and obviously. Therefore…

    2. Were I to confront my closest friend, would I feel that they had any reason to deceive and would I be receptive to understanding or even empathy? Again, a no-brainer. No and yes. So…

    3. Were my closest friend to confront me, should they feel that I had any reason to deceive and should they be receptive to understanding or even empathy?

    I know what the answer should be. Self-empathy is tough. I exist in a place of love where I have no reason to deceive because forgiveness is guaranteed and empathy is the norm. But I still resist my own empathy because of learned trauma.

    And I just realized that I wasn’t really sharing this for you because my brain went down a thought that you didn’t actually convey. 😆 I suppose this was moreso practice for my own mental health. My therapist is going to be so proud.

    This is me and myself about to pat each other on each other’s back at the same time. 🙅 Good job, me!



  • Speaking for myself, I grew up in an extremely toxic environment. Honesty, misunderstandings, and dishonesty were punished equally. So telling the truth about three transgressions guaranteed that you received the punishment of each. Getting caught lying made little to no difference. But getting away with anything meant less punishment. This created an environment where it was ALWAYS beneficial to lie. This made me very good at deception as a young child. That made it very easy to manipulate those around me. I didn’t want to so it wasn’t that important to me, but it helped me survive and adapt.

    But I got away from that place and met my partner who taught me complete trust and opened. No matter what I say, we work together and support one another. I have no incentive to deceive. Every once in a while I forget that no one is going to hit me for messing up and I start to lie. But even that is immediately accepted and appreciated. Additionally, we also have standing agreements that nothing is obligated. If you don’t want to talk about something, you don’t have to. And if you want to lie, you can. But after two decades, I love telling the truth. I feel so supported and safe.

    Now, there are times I lie (to others mostly), but it is used as a tool more than a survival tactic. It is something I take my time with and decide to do.

    Maybe your environment is not one that is safe to exist in? That was my issue.






  • My parents are not abusive

    I said this for decades. My parents never drank and were devout christians. My father was a committed husband and my mother rarely laid her hands on me but they were equally abusive. After confronting these things and joining group therapy, I have been horrified at the things they did that I didn’t think was “abuse”.

    You sound young, and I’m not saying that you are not capable of wisdom or discernment of truth only that you may not have an open perspective on the scope of complex emotion. I would recommend really exploring what you define as abuse before you land on such a conclusory judgement. Because the things you describe in your own words are vile and toxic. Not just the representations of your parents - and I don’t mean to reproach - but even your own representations are troublesome. And to be clear, none of that is important to my point or even matters to me beyond the concept that your perspectives do not seem to be that of a healthy, non-abusive relationship.

    So for the purpose of your own self-empathy ask yourself: If you were able to raise the child that you were, would you treat that child in the same way? Would the child deserve to be treated that way? Would your sibling ever describe you the way you have described yourself? Do you deserve to be described that way? Would you describe others that you care about in that same way?

    And if I’m wrong and way out of line then feel free to let me have it. I’m not trying to judge you in any way, but I remember being so young and misguided and some of the things you portray remind me of who I used to be. I wasted so much of my life on anger and regret. Good luck!




  • Unfortunately the “horror” that is windows persists almost as much as the horror of Linux. Which is a bunch of fanbois crowing about their distro without any explanation at all. But why do they do this? Because that’s how they got into it, and that’s how the people that got them into it got into it.

    Which fucking distro should I use?
    - Well, really it’s just preference.

    Then I choose arch.
    - Uh, wrong try again lol.

    Fair enough, Which fucking distro should I use?
    - Well, really it’s whatever works for you.

    Okay, I didn’t like the feel of that one.
    - Well, you were using the wrong desktop environment.

    😐😑😤😠… …Which fucking desktop environment should I use?
    - Well, really it’s just preference.

    🤬. 🤬🤬, 🤬. 🤬.
    - Look clearly you don’t know what you’re doing just use Ubuntu, or Kubuntu, or Lubuntu, or Xubuntu, or Fubuntu, or Poobuntu, or Schmubuntu. And with cinnamon obvi.

    Well how do I know? The site for each one uses the exact same bloviated claims. They’re all feature rich, and lightweight, and extended support, etc. Do I have to install them all to find out?
    - Yes but that’s impossible. So just use mine, it works.

    Until it doesn’t. Then you need to hit up Linux self help forums, to get help from Linux bros, who are the most detestable group of unhelpful, impatient, and pretentious neckbeards imaginable. “Did you try searching first?” “Just use our discord!” “Just use [my fucking distro!]”

    😖🤯👺

    FML



  • Ugh, I’m so burned out on trying freecad, getting nowhere, nothing is straightforward or intuitive, watching hours of tutorials doing nothing you want to do with it, spending hours trying to figure it out, best attempt ever was not much more than a few basic shapes…

    Fuck autodesk all day, every day, but here’s fusion:

    • create parameters with the giant fucking f(x) button
    • create sketch with parameters by selecting literally any sketch function
    • extrude from sketch and modify body and faces
    • rinse and motherfucking repeat

    Until freecad can claim to at the very least offer an equally simple workflow, no thanks. I’d rather use blender.



  • I grew up with sisters. They were tricksters and knew that I would spend hours playing with their Barbie dolls on the empty promise to come into the woods and throw rocks at things. So their Barbie dolls always ended up marrying deformed ken. It was the only way I could cope with those dreadfully dull things. Folding his face over was my go-to move. My sisters hated that. Now he’s our VP. And I hate it. When I had enough I would put my thumb under kens chin and pop his head off like I was flipping a coin. Now I just flick my thumb at a screen when I see his dumb face on it. The mental imagery is euphoric enough to cope these days.

    👍 Couch fucker




  • Not only that, but they stuck to the corporate response on nearly every single question. They almost never went off script and it was just so fucking obvious and robotic. And for me, Tim’s complete lack of consideration for truth and evidence on its face and in a vacuum was nothing less than trumpian. In RL, I lie about being an OIF Veteran. At first it was shame, guilt, and self destructive tendencies but I’ve been to a LOT of therapy and I’m living better. But during that time I realized that there were others who would speak a bit more “freely” about things they may have done. If they assume you know nothing about the military then they can say whatever they want. Hearing someone mince words about their service is fairly common and IMHO - innocuous. It’s a nothing burger of exaggeration. Had Tim just admitted what was clearly on video and just said, “I was using more colorful language to affect the crowd, my bad.” I would have honestly commended him.

    Instead, they lied. About the most mundane shit imaginable.