Whats_your_reasoning @ Whats_your_reasoning @lemmy.world

In case you can't tell, I'm passionate about rationality and critical think

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I’m just thinking about the poor woman. She’s forever going to be haunted with the knowledge that she was the one who called him into the room, and thus led to his death. His decision to come in wasn’t thought out, but that probably won’t relieve her feelings of guilt for having called him in. Such a tragic story.

However, they’re not necessarily picking up on nuance, or subtleties. And they will often not take into account how the sentence they just read fits into the overall context of the piece

Which explains sooo many internet arguments.

Oh hey, that's me with my ATM PIN! If someone demanded I tell them my PIN, they'd think I'm playing dumb. It takes time to recall what numbers I use, and in order to do that, I have to first visualize the keypad and where my fingers would go. But if they put me in front of the machine, my fingers will know what to type. They never forget.

I also think of time in a visual way. Analog clocks are the best clocks for me, they help me comprehend time intervals immediately. If I see a digital clock, it's easier for me to visualize the way it would be portrayed on an analog face than for me to make much meaningful use of a string of numbers.

... I suspect I may have a touch of dyscalculia (though I do have a strong number sense, there's just something about numerals that trips me up across the board.)

Putting things back exactly where they were after moving them to clean a counter - easy

Putting things in a new, more sensible location (sometimes in a good-faith attempt to make a habit out of it) - nearly impossible

I feel like, for me (AuDHD), this goes along with:

Being able to remember the exact location of a place you went to once
vs
Being able to predict the edge of the doorway when leaving the bedroom you go in and out of every day

Have you ever had a thing you knew you had to do, at no specific time, perhaps before some seemingly-distant limit (4 months from now, 6 months from now, etc)?

Have you ever totally forgotten about it for a while?

Have you ever then had someone casually remind you of it? And in that instant, got a sense of panic? Oh crap, how long has it been? How much time is there left to do it? I better get on it right now before I totally forget again.

So you got up and immediately went to do it?

And the person who reminded you went, "Oh no no, you don't have to do it right now!"

To which you could only respond, "Yes. Yes, I do have to do it right now. If I don't do it now, I never will." ?

I don't visit any of those sites either, in part because the formatting makes telling a story so challenging.

Looking onto a page like this, it's like one story was needlessly chopped up into little bits. Instead of several paragraphs formatted with the purpose of telling a smooth, coherent story, it's cut into chunks whose only parameter is character length. Outside of modern microblog-style social media, that format doesn't happen much. The result is scrolling and scrolling to read something that (I feel) could've been put into a few paragraphs in a single blog post.

Put altogether, it comes off as chunky and without any clear flow. Microblog formatting is not conductive to story-telling. It's not a criticism of the writer (I assume they were doing their best within the limits imposed), but of the formatting that breaks the flow that story-telling relies on.

Do archive pages work for you? If so, give this a try: https://archive.ph/2uKUX

As a woman, it's wild how much hormones affect things. Most of the time, I can walk by a playground where kids are playing and not think much of it. But when my estrogen levels peak, the sound of happy children hits me deep - their laughter reminds me of the pure joy of childhood. How it feels to swing on a swing without a care. Having nothing to worry about except being tagged during a game. Knowing there are people who will look out for you, unconditionally, so you don't have to worry about affording rent or food or health care.

I'm instantly filled with the sense of happy freedom they're expressing, which is so beyond adulthood experience that it can overwhelm me. That's when I start to cry.

I'm well aware of the downsides of childhood. Still, in those moments, it's like the kids' collective happiness transfers straight into me and my brain doesn't know what to do with so much innocent bliss.

So, I can concede that there is likely at least some hormonal influence that results in different emotional perceptions for different people. I'm already very empathic, but peak estrogen seems to dial it up to 11.

Then toxic masculinity attempts to exaggerate such differences, while also misapplying the concept in order to separate people into assigned gender roles. Boys are absolutely socialized to suppress many of their emotions, while girls aren't subject to the same rule. Except, of course, with anger or public sadness. (Crying alone? That's expected. But not smiling while in public? That's a sin.)

Like most things about people, it's a mix of nature and nurture (and epigenetics.)

As my Polish-speaking mom likes to say, "Would you like to buy a vowel?"

Same. Have an appointment 20 minutes away? Ooh, better leave 40 minutes before, just in case.

With the traffic, road work, and detours sometimes thrown in the way, this habit has been quite helpful. The last appointment I had let me in early because there was availability as soon as I arrived, so I got to leave earlier than expected.

Are you trying to rub it in or something? $4000 isn't much to you, good for you. Others disagree, and there's no sense arguing what somebody poor would do if they needed to suddenly spend a lot of money. What's the point of that?

It's not like the idea hasn't occurred to us. The fear of such an event is already in our heads all the time. The honest answer most people could give is: I really don't know.

I had a teacher in elementary school that taught us that when a flag falls on the floor, you’re supposed to kiss it.

Yes, seriously.

It was just part of the normal flag-worship we were taught brainwashed with.

I use modified “HorseBatteryStaple” style passwords. I have a couple base phrases that I always remember, with special characters and numbers inserted. I modify them bit by bit for different sites, and keep a list of the changes - only the changes. Anyone who looks at the list would see random words, numbers, or symbols without context; only I know how it all fits together.

For example, let’s pretend HorseBatteryStaple1! Is my default password. I may have “cell phone, machine 5” on the list. That would mean the password for my cell phone’s payment website modifies the default password by changing one of the words in HorseBatteryStaple to “machine” and the number 1 to 5.

I know password managers exist, but I like to try to remember my own passwords. Especially since I may need them across different devices, including my work laptop that I can’t download new programs onto.

“My neighbor is gay. He has a rainbow flag on his car, and sometimes his boyfriend visits him. Help, I’m so persecuted!”

I legit have seen an American here on Lemmy argue, "Why do you think you should get health care for free?" Like it's some absurd request to support the literal health of your nation.

The selfish mentality has poisoned so many of my neighbors, and we're all the worse off for it.

I like that you used the “bake em away, toys” callback on a thread with usernames of Watermelon Albert, Ramen Shaman, and Lousy Corn Muffin.

It sounds like y’all are preparing a potluck.

Is that what it means? I never would've guessed.

Not sure if I'm out of touch, or just successfully avoiding cesspits.

Is the thing on top of a house called a roof or a ruff?

Putting off finding an apartment because it’s overwhelming. The only things I can find within my price range are for 55+ communities (so I’m not eligible.) Yet, the idea of random roommates gives me paralyzing panic. I have no idea what I’m going to do.

Well, yeah. As soon as we see it, we can begin the Apocalypse Orgy.