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Not what you’re asking for, but it’s the same core principle as irony poisoning, I think. And, I know that shit is real, because it’s happened to me. It was kind of a core life lesson to me to watch what I consume.
Not what you’re asking for, but it’s the same core principle as irony poisoning, I think. And, I know that shit is real, because it’s happened to me. It was kind of a core life lesson to me to watch what I consume.
Isn’t what we call a marathon just the last short leg of his journey, and he ran like 100-150 miles?
I mean, on the bright side, only two more years until I can kill myself!
That was a crossover promotion with archer, a show about essentially a giant dickwad james bond, voiced by the same guy who voices bob
Yeah, and I completely understand that. Just from a logical perspective though, lets say the process happens after you fall asleep normally at night. If you can’t tell it happened, does it matter? I’ve been really desensitized to the idea of dying through suicidal ideation throughout most of my life (much better now), so I’m able to look at it without the normal emotional aversion to it. If teleportation existed, via this same method, I don’t think I’d have qualms about at least trying it. Certainly wouldn’t expect other people to but to me I don’t think it’s that big a deal. I wouldn’t do a mind upload scenario, but moreso due to a complete lack of trust in system maintenance and security, and a doubt that true conciousness can be achieved digitally. If it’s flesh and blood to flesh and blood though? I’d definitely try
I mean, if I die instantaneously and painlessly, and conciousness is seemingly continuous for the surviving copy, why would I care?
My conciousness might not continue but I lose consciousness every day. Someone exists who is me and lives their (my) life. I totally understand peoples aversion to death but I also don’t see any difference to falling asleep and waking up. You lose consciousness, then a person who’s lived your life and is you regains consciousness. Idk
Question: why does my life has more value than my cats? We both think, we both feel. We both have people who love us.
Is mine more valuable because I have a longer lifespan? Are children with terminal cancer less valuable?
Is mine worth more because I’m self aware? I’m pretty sure some cats have shown self awareness with the mirror test.
Sure, I may be smarter. But, does that make me intrinsically more valuable? Why?
Wen deez nutts? Around 8 pm
Well that is my average friday night
Chastity cage! =D
To help stop you jerking off. Getting super pent up and horny really really heightens anal for me, and it puts me in a fun subby headspace, even by myself
I plug for a couple days at a time every once in a while, honestly you stop noticing the outside contact after a couple hours. Then you forget it’s there for the most part until you move and it grinds against your prostate and you’re like “oh right this is nice” and you start doing kegels and leaking in your cage
We had an all hands on deck, world is ending bug one time. Like, basically the entire org got pulled onto it. In our product is a spreadsheet of activities, with dates and durations. Our customers can run a scheduling algorithm to adjust dates based off of durations and activity dependencies and relationships. This is super important. This broke. We have to make sure that activities don’t have circular dependencies, or otherwise scheduling will loop infinitely and fail. So, we basically dfs looking for a loop before scheduling, and fail it with a not really helpful error message. That loop checkimg got updated so it could properly provide helpful info in the error message. This change caused most real world schedules to have false positives for loops when checked, ergo, no ability to schedule. I found the cause of the problem but not the dependency structure that caused the issue, and ultimately decided it would be faster, cleaner, and overall better to rewrite the feature myself than to fix the original. So, I wrote the most beautiful damn depth first search of my life! Learned about the bug monday morning, had the fix good to go tuesday night, so that qa could test wednesday thursday for the hotfix merge deadline friday. Two days isn’t a lot to cover testing it, but I figure with every tester in the org pretty much available to pound on it itd be good enough. While I was working on the rewrite, other devs and qa were hunting down all the details of what happened to cause the bug, data structure wise, and coming up with good test cases. So, by the time it was ready, they knew what happened and had a much more thorough test plan. Well, it came down from on high that the fix would go into the next major release, not a hotfix, so it didn’t actually go out for 3 weeks after the monday the bug came in. Sigh. Well, I had fun writing it, and I consider it the cleanest, most beautiful and elegant code I’ve ever written. It used a stack of stacks! When I’m feeling shitty and useless at work, I go back and look at it tbh.
I love compliments but they also mess with me a bit. Like, I don’t know how to respond. Like, half of me wants to say thanks! And then ramble for 20 minutes about what they complimented me on, and half of me wants to say thanks and compliment them back. The former is usually weird and I honestly have a bit of trouble complimenting someone on the spot, so I just kind of freeze, and it’s made more difficult because at the same time I’m trying to process someone saying something positive about me when I’ve only thought of myself negatively for a very long time. It’s wonderful and difficult all at once
A sane and reasonable take? On the internet?
it’s more likely than you think
I just continually dread existence, with temporary times where I’m unable to cope with it
It’s super context dependent. Asking “How do I ask a woman out?” Vs “How do I ask a female out?” say very different things about you.
I like to see it as what we call a soul is simply the hashcode of our being. They’re technically not unique, but as you’re the only you they are. It’s not some guiding spirit to your conciousness, it’s who you are. The choices you make, the experiences you’ve had, the things you’ve thought and the conclusions you’ve reached, the sum of your being, encoded.
I gave up all hope that it’s going to turn out all right, and more or less stopped caring