If you’re so smart Mr. Smarty Pants then tell me this: Who invented snow, then? If you say Thomas Jefferson, then you’re wrong, he invented traffic lights, doofus.

Whenever I see a comment on social media that I think is wrong, I feel the need to correct it.

That’s not necessarily arguing, unless you’re continuing to engage repeatedly. This is really where you stop, if you even choose to engage at all. Have your say, make it count, move along.

If you genuinely care about a subject/topic/opinion, that first reply counts for 99% of your reach/impact. The second time you reply, it counts for 0.99%, the third time you reply, it’s like 0.099% ROI and so on.

After that first one, the juice is not worth the squeeze and the young folks are saying these days.

If your social media outlets of favor are anything like Lemmy, most of the people you see with edgy content or making edgy comments, they aren’t serious people. They aren’t here for serious discussion or open minds, even if it is a serious topic.

It’s easy to say, I realize, but you have to learn to let it go. Literally nobody cares. Probably even the person you’re “arguing” with doesn’t care, other than it gives them sexual pleasure to get attention from a rando online.

Also, don’t fall into the fallacy that the one who speaks last wins. If the person you’re debating is just serving up leftovers from the overly salty stale dinner with no substance that they prepared last night, it’s okay to leave the table. You literally are winning, no matter what, by not eating that same slop that you already know is bad.

That’s not the face I make. Usually there’s more eyebrow commotion going on as I try to figure out why it’s taking so long to load the video or why I’m getting some random error message that means nothing to a rando trying to watch a video on their phone.

Inevitably someone will disagree because someone is always right and someone is always wrong and the devil is in the details.

I only met the guy after he was released from prison. His violent act was murder, but he plead guilty to manslaughter so he got a shorter sentence and possibility of parole.

Anyway, before the incident, he was part of the friends group that I had more recently joined. So when he got out, he started hanging with us. From the very first time I met him, his behavior concerned me. I wrote it off thinking I was judging him unfairly or irrationally since I knew he’d murdered someone. It was like he was only pretending to be friendly, just enough to fool the people who knew him, but it was a thin veneer covering over unhinged emotions.

Problem was, initially the off putting behavior was all inconspicuous and easy enough to rationalize, so I held back saying anything to my other friends. They didn’t seem to notice, or if they did, they weren’t saying anything. So, it felt isolating.

In the end, that isolation was the opportunity this guy used to target me. Turns out his shtick (and psychopathic gift) was to manufacture drama between people and pit them against each other. He started with me, or at least it seems like he started with me – probably because I seemed like an easy target.

The first incident I remember is when someone’s favorite lighter went missing, we tore the house apart looking for it, and the murderer miraculously found it in my bedroom. I’d never even left the room until we started searching, so fortunately I was given the benefit of the doubt. But stupid shit like that kept happening, but only when he was around.

Where he really messed up is that he started pulling this same shit on others, and eventually enough of us did the math.

Pumpkin, it’s not just any gay nudes of yourself. It’s gay nudes with very specific asks. The kinds of asks you might expect from a patron of your OnlyFans account. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Gobble gobble.

This is WEIRD, right?

I mean I know there are professions and hobbies where cutting the penis off an animal carcass is just another Tuesday. I assume there are (or have been) cultures where this sort of thing tracks. But, this isn’t a normal thing for people to think about doing, let alone do, right? Or am I the weirdo and literally it’s super common to play with the penis of dead animals?

Like, I’m not intentionally being ablest or anything, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.

And in all fairness, I haven’t read the private journals to know the details of this “absurd scenario” and given the subject matter, I don’t think it’s anything I’d want to read, the headline is more than enough to be off putting. So, there is that.

He plays golf practically every day, that’s literally the most holey activity of all. Doesn’t matter what day of the week is considered the Sabbath, I think we can reasonably conclude he doesn’t break that specific commandment.

A good piss, sure.

The 4th good piss this morning so, far? No as much. I’m trying to rot my brain here and it’s getting hard to do that when I have to get up and pee every 34 minutes and 23 seconds.

They’re on Lemmy, why is that even a question?

Strippers or bartenders.

Are you blind?

I SAID WHAT I SAID Look if you can’t trust someone using #antivax in their post then at least be a decent person and extend some grace with the understanding that we’re all basically just normal people doing the very best we can in this world – at our core we are all good people and a diversity of thoughts is our strength. But also my opinion is more valid than your opinion and no amount of facts can make my opinion wrong because it’s an opinion and that would be wrong. Gotcha suckers.

I’m conflicted to call this the most terrifying thing I’ve experienced, just the first thing that comes to mind. And spooky just tends to be lame-ass fake ghost stories, but …

During a holiday break when I was in college, I was stalked by a bunch of guys who I’m pretty convinced were planning to harm me.

Campus was closed down for the holidays. I was stuck on campus. Aside from international students, almost nobody else was in the dorms. I decided to go for a walk and it turns out, so did one of my friends’ exes and some buddies of his who also stayed behind for the break.

As I was out walking, that dude and several other guys crested a hill ahead of me and started demanding I come talk to them. No polite language, just threats, slurs, and foul language. He’d dated my friend briefly, but during that time, found out I am gay. This was in the before times when LGBT+ folks were not widely accepted and this was considered to be acceptable behavior by large numbers of people.

I turned around and split off heading towards the campus cafeteria. Figured they wouldn’t follow me, but even if they did, I’d be heading towards safety. Well, they gave chase. Unbeknownst to me, the cafeteria was closed for the holidays. I was on my own. Too far away from my dorm to get to safety, and all the other buildings were locked up.

I ducked into the campus gardens and hid behind a bush. Those guys wandered around looking for me for quite a while, and then I stayed put for what felt like hours until I felt confident that they weren’t still lurking.

Learned my lesson, though, I guess. And at least I didn’t become a victim of violence.

I couldn’t find a better picture of the “hats”.

It’s Gremlins who cause the chaos in my household. But also, I’d like to find out more about this long lost and formerly unknown brother of mine.

The image is so heavily compressed, I’m still not sure I know what a baby camel looks like.

I have an acquaintance who was convinced paint thinner was the cure / prevention for COVID. Any opportunity to talk about it, ANY, and he was on top of the world.

“They” don’t want you to know about toluene, but supposedly his buddy works in a top secret government facility and tested it out and the stuff kills COVID instantly in a test tube.

Anyway, needless to say, he’s one of those people that latches on to random conspiracy theories, so although it’s irritating most of the time, it is occasionally entertaining. Doesn’t talk so much about COVID cures anymore, but blames his long COVID symptoms on the fact that other people were vaccinated and shed the vaccine in/on him. It’s been awhile since I heard the details of how that works.

Oh no. Not … this can’t be happening. So terrible. I just put my foot near a fire ant mound while I was out working in the yard. Those fuckers hurt.