I was friends with an 81 year old at 27. I’m sure she occasionally smiled to herself about my comparative immaturity (though she probably considered it youthfulness) and we wouldn’t have been a good match for a romantic relationship or a business partnership, but that’s fine for normal friends.

Oh my god, you hang out with people your kids’ ages ‽ They’re as old as your children

/s

I think I always overcomplicate the situation, lol.

lol, I was just thinking that I’d happily eat anything 9+, but 8 is still okayish.

I would get that message, but I’d probably assume that if you’re living in a shared building, you’re cool with sounds of other people doing their thing, have coping mechanisms, or will speak to me/write me a note (could even be anonymous).

Now I just hope my neighbors are and have always been assertive/aggressive enough to spell it out. Except for the upstairs adult neighbors who rollerbladed back and forth on their tile floor for a couple hours a week to build proficiency. I do hope they were constantly annoyed.

I would never interpret an uptick in noise from my neighbors as a message. I’m autistic and very unperceptive in this dimension so it may well just be me, but I think I’d start worrying about someone if they told me they thought that their neighbor coughing or laughing more audibly than usual was an attempt at communication.

Even the other sounds… maybe you got a new sex toy or developed an embarrassing medical condition. I’d just assume you’re doing your thing, not trying to weird me out.

They’ve also often got lower stress levels, higher wealth and/or more time than people in their thirties to fifties do. I’d be really interested if they’re also happier than their middle aged counterparts in countries where the elderly are disconnected from their communities and not financially supported.

Edit: it’s true around the world, but I’m not sure if it’s true in every country or just generally yet

TIL Douglas Adams published the real name and address of presumably, either a friend or a former school rival, then only changed it upon request.

In comparison to the rest of the thread, it’s nothing, but that’s fucked up.

I’m not sure how you’re getting to those conclusions, but it doesn’t make sense to me and clearly my conclusions aren’t making sense to you. Have a good night.

And these are the terms of use for that purchase. If I sign a contract with a party magician for them to come and perform, and then violate the terms of the contract, they can stop providing their services without being in breach of contract. If those terms include that you don’t later publish videos of them on social media and then you do, you open yourself up to being sued, even though after the service has been provided you are no longer receiving an active benefit.

Your consideration is being able to access the game.

Edit: I brain farted, and think I mixed up terms. Aleatory contracts are still valid, the issuers just have to withstand higher scrutiny if challenged.

My mom died when I was in middle school. She was the taskmaster parent and my dad treated me basically like a roommate, so I was way more independent in high school and beyond than I would have been if she had lived. I see the ghost of the timeline in which things were different. I think that happens for any huge changes in life.

I’m an immigrant in Germany and moved here about a decade after I studied abroad here. I don’t think I would have been allowed/able to study abroad, especially under the circumstances (I failed German, after getting a 95 and a 98 on the midterm and final, respectively, because I didn’t do the homework), so I don’t think I would have been able to come here and become a German as a second language teacher without prior immersion. My life would look very different, and I’d probably be leaning into my Spanish a lot more to try to emigrate to a Spanish speaking country, if I were even thinking about leaving.

My mom was a republican, but I don’t know if she would have followed my dad down the Fox News wormhole or if she would have pulled him out of it. I think if she snapped out of it, but couldn’t snap him out of the maga hypnosis, she might have left him, which would probably have set my dad on a very unpleasant path.

I’m sorry you’re going through that. My mom died over twenty years ago, when I was twelve (so I didn’t have any estate management responsibilities), and it’s sometimes difficult to deal with wanting to ask her advice or wanting to have a person whose first priority was me, irrespective of our relationship (I know not all mothers are like that, but mine was, and my much older sisters and their friends agree, so it’s not just kid-glasses. They also readily share unpleasant aspects of her personality, so it’s also not a wariness to speak ill of the dead).

It does get easier, and you learn to depend on yourself, any siblings or old friends who remember her and other supportive friends who have been through similar situations.

It’s fine until it’s not, but you can do a lot to combat growth by rinsing it with vinegar and boiling water, then letting it fully dry before using it again once or twice a week

Oculonanism

but I’m a stickler for enthusiasm at all stages. I have standards about consent that should be normal for everyone, everywhere, always, and the fact that they aren’t is really fucked up.

FTFY. It feels weird to thank you for something that really should be the norm, but it’s really nice to see it written out clearly for everyone to see.

Before anyone starts complaining about their poor kinks that they just can’t help: I’m into CNC and TPE, and they are both incomparably better experiences for everyone involved when everyone continuously enthusiastically consents. You (may) just need to add a layer of obfuscation, depending on the scene, but that’s easily managed through the traffic light system or safe words/signs.

I’d sell ice-pops at a funeral concessions stand, that’s for sure.

When I’m stressed out and need to calm myself, I run through the layouts of old buildings I used to work, live, or go to school in.

Yeah, most people have to occasionally hurt others, though I’m not sure how they feel about it.

I believe that some people cannot coexist with others without being hurt (eg. imprisoned), but I don’t relish the thought, especially not in the context of war. If I could choose, I’d institute a gift-based Potlach system (but I have no real enforcement mechanism without violence, so…).

To be clear, I’m not being judgmental about this, I don’t think anyone should be judged for their thoughts, I just don’t have those thoughts.

Hey, this is also not a personal attack. I don’t know if I’m the outlier here or not, but I figured I’d mention it and others can weigh in.

I don’t get the urge to hurt people, not that I don’t hurt people, but it’s unintentional or uncomfortable for me. I get the urge to prove people wrong, but I only feel dread when I need to hurt people (not harm them, but I’m a teacher, so I have to have tough conversations with students sometimes).

If you get the urge to hurt people, vote this comment down, if you don’t, vote it up.