Your fault dipshit.
Your fault dipshit.
Oddly enough, on official paperwork that asks for height, I have to put what I used to be. That was 6’1. Hasn’t been true for a decade, but when I question it, I get a shoulder shrug in response. My dating profile clearly stated how I’m disabled. My ID says I’m 6’1. That’s bureaucracy for you.
It is pathetic. I lost my damn legs as a single father in my mid 30s. I was worried I would no longer be able to successfully date at all. I dated just fine and eventually met my wife. Turns out that treating women as fully independent human people worthy of the same respect I wanted goes a long way. If you’re an alt right chud who can’t get laid, it’s not your looks. Take it from a half man; It’s who you are and how you see women.
Just talking to you in the same manner you talk to others. You don’t seem to like it. You should maybe reflect on that.
Lol, you speak as if you’re the only asshole who figured out that life has no inherent value. I’m many years past that realization. Basically, I figured all that crap out as a child. Tons of people do. You don’t have any manner of superior logic. You have the same value as a random single celled organism.
That means we are all free. If nothing matters, then I decide what matters and no one will convince me differently. Thus, I have lived a life being part of large groups working to improve the meaningless lives of as many people as possible. We often work against violent minded dipshits who talk a lot like you do actually. People who never moved beyond the simple teenage mindset you typed out. You make accusations of perpetual online bitching. I think you’re just telling on yourself. You need to get out more champ. I’m actually out there doing real work to improve lives. I highly doubt you are. Grow up
Luke Skywalker? Might as well tell everyone that Clifford the big red dog overcame adversity, or curious George faced challenges. Don’t be patronizing.
Having a hobby in a price gouging capitalist hellscape.
Your pro genocide stance has been noted.
If you want to engage those bad faith accounts, don’t respond to the Gaza thing; that’s a trap. Instead, ask about other issues like climate issues, housing issues, food insecurity problems, etc. ask them what their third party candidate has planned for that and ask for evidence of these plans. They’ll move goalposts and attempt to get back on Gaza. Keep them coming back to those other issues that affect Americans daily. Many of those accounts are here to derail conversation. Derail them in turn and force the conversation back on track.
Or do what I do and downvote then block, then post the occasional reminder that most of those accounts are bad faith at best.
Because the vast majority of them aren’t real.
AI bots that argue exactly like that are all over social media too. It’s common. Dead internet theory is absolutely becoming reality.
Who cares what hairless monkeys wear, male or female?
I didn’t feel like typing out all the bullet points. I found a fairly short video that touches on all the issues without stretching it out needlessly. It’s a succinct video and not some bloated essay. Do not build shipping container homes. It’s a bullshit, potentially highly toxic waste of resources at best; and an outright scam most of the time.
My ball was blue. It’s one of those dog toy soft bouncy ones. Table is rectangular, wood, with a light colored stain that’s well polished. A man casually slaps the ball and I hear the sound that type of ball makes as it bounces without much force. It bounced once off the table, then off the wall onto the floor where it did the dribble bounce off the tile in the kitchen until coming to rest on the carpet in the living room. None of what I see is related to my house.
If I really wanted to, I can vanish into this world I’ve built for the ball. I can get lost, staring out a window or something while not actually seeing anything because I’m in my head. I have hyperphantasia. It’s seen more often than aphantasia, but it’s not exactly common. It’s very useful for creative endeavors, but has a lot of pitfalls; usually involving spacing out at inopportune times.
Looks fake