What mental disorder does this fall into?
This is totally bouncing off of me. How can a person, in a public space, surrounded at all times by other people, just forget they exist for any amount of time, for any reason? They're fucking everywhere. They're breathing, they're talking, their cart wheels are squeaking, the footsteps from their rubber-soled shoes are echoing off the hard tile floors, how do your senses just stop registering any of that?
Hey man if you want to read every interaction in the worst possible light that’s on you.
Please suggest to me a better way to read an interaction in which someone in a very crowded public place just happens to forget that the possibility exists that another human might also need to get down that aisle. "Oopsie doodle! I forgot I was surrounded by a hundred people who would really rather get this chore done as fast as possible! Again! Silly me!"
Give me a charitable interpretation of that person who doesn't take even a split second to consider anyone else in their environment without having to be verbally admonished.
People aren’t mind readers and they aren’t purposely trying to make your life harder.
Oh, now I get it. They just don't even notice or acknowledge the existence of other people unless someone reminds them that such mythical beings exist.
Yeah, you're right, I'm much more sympathetic to them now. They're not mean, they're just amazingly self-centered and oblivious!
a handful of times at most
You must have Shaq's hands, because I've experienced this literally every time I've gone to a grocery store throughout my entire adult life.
Get the fuck out of the way or someone less hinged than I am is going to move you.
When did I say that? I'm very toxic towards people who are cool with the view that I should be either "sentenced to death" or "hunted with dogs".
Oh, you're not cool with it, you just want to force me to listen to it anyway. That's so different.
Go back to 4 chan, otaku.
My issue is I don't like having content blocked FOR me
Oh, I see. You want 4chan.
Well, good news! 4chan exists! Go there.
But this article is from 2021, along with all the other ones I found about the vaccine causing "shaking".
https://www.politifact.com/article/2021/jan/20/shaking-covid-vaccine-side-effect-videos-and-what-/
This was a part of the equation when I decided to pursue traditional publishing instead of going the self-publishing route. I wouldn't be competing against other authors for the attention of publishers, I'd be competing against an ocean of ghost-written get-rich-quick schemes and bots. Sometimes gatekeepers serve a real purpose.
Right? I think I've downvoted a grand total of a half-dozen comments here in the last month. On Reddit, I'd be handing those things out like candy.
Don't know what to say that hasn't already been covered in five pages of comments, but don't date people who denigrate your hobbies. There's no "age cutoff" for enjoying the things you enjoy. You don't just stop enjoying things after a certain arbitrary age threshold.
The old view of adulthood as being a time of constant misery, struggle, and hardship, in which every moment of enjoyment you manage to claw from it is a moment stolen from the future, which will be replaced by further misery, is fucking stupid. Do what makes you happy, and ditch the Karens.
My buddy and I have had a long-standing agreement to be each others' occupational references for job applications. When either of us is filling out an application that requires a reference, we give the other a head's up e-mail that includes the dates we supposedly worked there and how to answer any specific questions that might come up. I even made a fake letterhead and have a box of fancy paper to use if one of us needs an actual letter of recommendation (that's only ever come up once in the last 10 years).
These employers would throw your app straight into the bin if you asked them for employee references, so fuck 'em.
There are four questions you're going to get from everyone who bothers to call (which won't be a lot of people, tbh). "What was their hire date?", "What was their last date of work?", "Are they eligible for rehire?", and "What was their final salary/pay rate?". Make a post-it note for your reference-buddy with what you want them to tell a caller for those questions (never say "No" to "eligible to rehire"). If the caller asks anything else, the answer is "I'm sorry, our HR policy does not allow us to answer that question."
It's not just me. If I was literally the only other person in the store, sure, I could understand that, they thought they were alone, they weren't expecting to encounter anyone else.
How the fuck do you just stop being aware of an entire seething mass of other humans flowing around you?