Okay, I think I need this one explained to me. Neither the addition nor subtraction of Heathcliff make me understand this any more or less.

Is there a pun I'm missing, or is this a "cow tools" situation? I really hope it's the latter, because I always get kind of a kick out of the absurdity, hahah

Heck, I'm not even in the military, and I believe this. Hahah, I bet they're gonna feel so silly when they find out I don't know anything!

You know. When they finally get here. sits patiently, staring at the door :)

I'd really like to know what it's like to be normal. Like, to be able to look and my life and say, "wow! I'm a perfectly functional, capable adult with a stable life. That's great."

Mostly, I guess I mean having a neurotypical brain, but I don't know if that's a hard requirement. I'd like to be able to socialize properly. I'd like to be able to go out and engage with people without my social battery being dead within 10 minutes, or without my anxiety of other people scaring me off from the thought of interacting with a stranger altogether.

I'd like to live somewhere with things to do and a way to easily access those things. I'd like to live somewhere where I'm not terrified to go outside, because it would mean having to risk my life behind the wheel of a car, or pay a ton of money I don't have for a stranger to drive me where I want to go. I'd like to be able to fearlessly walk out my door and explore the world around me instead of hiding from it.

I'd like to know how to be able to do the things you're supposed to do to have a full, well-adjusted life. I'd like to be able to live that life without having to combat a mountain of anxiety before every meeting or appointment. Logically, I know things will be fine, but when every other part of my brain screams that everything will go catastrophically wrong, it's hard to ignore. I'd like to not shake, or be nauseous, or feel like I'm gonna shit my guts out before every little thing I have to do that isn't sitting at home. I'd like to just be able to go do those things, and not worry about it.

I don't know. There's probably more, but these are what I can think of for right now.

When I was a kid, all the way up to when I was a young adult, I used to adore being quirky and unique. It was my identity, and I loved it about myself. I just wasn't tired yet.

I turn 33 next month, and, honestly, all I want is to be normal.

It's just how things rotate out. Gen X had it, Millenials had it, now it's Gen Z's turn. It gets views from older generations who want any excuse to look down on those who've come after, and the generation in-question when they see the headline and think "what? Who the fuck is doing that? What are they talking about?"

Get ready for it to go on through the next decade or so.

(That said, it is horseshit, and "that's how it's always been" is no excuse to let things continue like that. I wouldn't mind seeing an end put to it, myself)

That, combined with the number of times I've seen a mobile game ad try to open my browser (without the phone even being in my hands, so I didn't touch shit), makes me genuinely wonder how bad it can possibly get before any authority steps up and holds Google accountable.

..If any authority ever holds them accountable, of course.

Maybe the mods can restrict it to, like..Windows Wednesday or something.

One day a week, everyone can post about leaving Windows, why Windows sucks, why Windows is gonna fail in 2024, maybe post a picture of their monitor saying "Now Uninstalling Windows," all the good shit we've seen a hundred times by now.

Then, we can all get the hell on with our lives until next week.

hahaha i'm mean i'm rude i'm a fucking despicable little piece of shit 😈😈😈 what are you gonna do about it buttmunch 😈😈😈😈

I believe "tasteful" carbonara is opposite to "obscene" carbonara, which- according to every outspoken Italian person on the internet- would seem to be the kind made with bacon instead of guanciale.

Ah, yes. I like to call it "my social life" for short.

Damn, me too. The second one just never quite captured the same feeling for me. Lightning in a bottle, I guess

For those who don't watch The Simpsons.

Yeah, man. Ruth Gader Binsburg