If they’re a Sociopath, Narcissist or Psychopath, don’t even bother. It’s not worth the effort to come to the conclusion that you can’t change them.

Yeah, I’d hang myself.

…

Oh “hang out”.
No.

Ford Focus/Fiesta has notoriously bad hood visibility so people mostly park by aligning the side view mirrors to the next car. If the next car was something with a short hood (like a Toyota Yaris) this can easily happen.

* Sort by date *

* Sorts date alphabetically *

Looking at you Altium Designer

Yeah, worst family trip ever.

If it’s the first one you found there’s gonna be some scripted damage and you’ll have to use it immediately as a tutorial.

Big words from a lost Primarch.

Make only the next high feel like it’s the first one again, without overdosing.

Books. I’m dyslexic as fuck but heavy readers are mostly chill people.

They can get appease of my balls.

Go to back to the big bang. You presence alone will butterfly effect the earth out of existence.

Tarkov.

Something I haven’t seen mentioned here is the fact that sweat acts as a lubricant between the skin of your torso and upper-inner arm preventing chapping with increased skin-on-skin contact movement.

I’m not fully sure, but I think I truly despise women. But they play such a minor part in my life that it really doesn’t matter for me or them.

Edit: Just to clarify. I’m 100% certain that my feelings towards women will actually never badly influence anyones personal life. In fact my and other women’s lives are so far appart that excluding family, a single coworker and few store cashiers, the last time I’ve actually spoken to a woman face to face was a few months ago. And that was just my friends sister. Excluding that, it’s been maybe a few years.

If I were to disapear it would make absolutley no diffrence in any womans life, vice versa if all women would disapear, it would barely make a difference in mine.

That’s why it really doesn’t matter.

Pagers for Hospitals.

9mm

For somebody from a country that doesn’t have access to McMaster-Carr, Alibaba and Aliexpress are a fairly cheap and reliable way to get stock material for DIY projects.

I don’t know what local sellers of raw materials are thinking with their pricing. 3x Higher prices for the same shitty aluminum or brass stocks. Get fucked, I’m not made out if money.

FaceTrackNoIR. Head trackers for Flight Sims are unreasonably expensive. So you just give the FaceTrackNoIR guys $4, get a download link in your mail (which you can keep forever), slap some webcam on your monitor from 2004 and boom, head tracking. It’s a fairly decent piece of software that gets the job done.

Additionally you get a bunch of extras like, smartphone compatibility, and a bunch of plugins for common head trackers, if you don’t want to use their own software.

And it doesn’t do any AI garbagio with the face recognition, just good old fashioned algorithmic pixel tracking. All local.

People use fingerboards to give their turtles the Zoomies.

I know the feeling too well of not having a place to invite somebody to. But I always told myself that if it ever came down to it, I hopefully could convince the two halfbrained adults that call themselves my parents to behave for a few hours. But in the end it didn’t really matter because it never came down to it anyway.

A long while ago there was a post by a distressed young woman who struggled to enter relationships. I really connected with what she said but of course had no answer for her either. But what I’ve noticed is that all comments completely missed the point of the question.

I used a casino as a metaphor for dating which I think applies pretty well. Dating is essentialy that - no matter how much effort you put in, nothing is ever guaranteed or given, it all essentially comes down to luck.

What the vast majority of people hear when somebody is asking for dating advice is that they play the game but lack any success. They then give you advice on how to play your cards right, how to increase your chances, how to cut you losses, etc. But they don’t understand it’s not about how to win the table, but how to get into the casino in the first place. Not what to I tell the dealer at the table, but what do I tell the bouncer at the door?

It’s not about the rejection I’m facing, its about the fact that my mere approach is seen as an insult. It’s the audacity to ask to be included in something that is considered a normal part of life for others.

There’s a disorder, I forgot what it’s called but it makes people feel especially uneasy around psychopaths, even if the psychopaths themselves are extremely good at hiding their psychopathy. Basically those people can pick up on queues nobody else, not even the psychopaths themselves are aware of. This is essential how I and many others feel, like there’s something about us that we are unaware of but everybody else picks up on that tells them to keep their distance. Something that is outside of our control. We could have every trait that would make anybody other than us attractive, yet we would still end up being alone because at some point nature pointed her finger at us at said “Yes, but not you”.