I’m not lactose intolerant. Lactose is me intolerant.

I’m circumcised but against it on principle,and had roughly the same concerns as you in thinking about future sons. This thread is doing a lot to assuage my concerns.

I’m assuming OP is a man matching with women, and that’s always been pretty typical for women.

Sometimes you match while swiping absent-mindedly, and lose interest on a second look.

Sometimes you hit it off with someone else first.

Sometimes you just have so many matches that some of them fall through the cracks and get buried.

I’m going to guess that you do not have a lot of matches, so each one feels precious. But it’s likely that your match has dozens, if not hundreds, of matches themselves.

Crafting a message that comes off as interesting without seeming desperate is a very delicate skill, and even if you nail it you can still get overlooked. That’s life.

Dating apps are largely a numbers game. You’ve just got to tune your profile and try not to be too picky yourself. Most of your matches are going to go nowhere, and you can’t let that bog you down.

That I’ve heard of? I’m gonna count that guy who commissioned fanart of women buying way too much Wonderbread and destroying rainforests.

Thinking about that guy, he’s probably having the time of his life with AI image generators.

Wow, shoe-on-head takes me back.

Oh boy, this is actually the perfect example.

In The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, the titular character speaks at length of the peculiar hobbies and obsessions people have, which he calls “hobby horses”. He even coins the term “hobby-horsical” to describe the concept.

Basically, I encountered a conscious entity, or perhaps multiple, that definitely wasn’t me. I was confronted with two possibilities: either I was communing with some external intelligence, or there was much more than just me inside my head.

Long story short, I started really dedicating a lot of thought to the problem of consciousness, and found myself with two possible explanations:

1. Consciousness is an emergent property of complex interconnected systems.

2. Consciousness is a fundamental property of the universe, which is just particularly sophisticated in complex interconnected systems.

If 1, it would be silly to assume the universe, as the most complex interconnected system we know of, would not develop some vast alien form of consciousness, which we might as well call “God”. If 2, then the consciousness “field” might as well be called “God”.

I’m on Sync, dunno about anything else.

I have gone through phases of blocking very vocal idiots, but then as you said I feel at an informational disadvantage.

I’ve gotten recently into tagging people with descriptions of repeated behavior. That way I still know what’s going on, but I know what to expect from them.

DMT made me stop being an atheist

With three, physical positioning starts to get really inconvenient unless you’re laying down, but then the view isn’t as good. And unless you’re packing like 9 inches, there’s not a whole lot of open real estate anyway.

That’s an urban legend. He actually got them removed so God could make him two wives and he could suck their dicks.

I’m not interested in movies/tv shows that you can follow without paying attention, so no.

Guillotines are too tame for modern audiences. Wood chippers are fresh and exciting.

It’s a lot easier to shoot people when there’s no chance they’ll shoot back. If they’re armed too, you act a bit more cautiously. The Black Panthers used the technique to notable effect.

He’s not dead, his corporal form has released its grip on him, so he could meld once more into the dao.

So I remember coming across this basic webpage that was just a song playing on loop with an animation in the center.

The song was this weird electronic loop with samples on top: baby coos, a few lines from some female rapper, various bloopy sounds. It changed a bunch.

The animation looked like old 90s 3d web animations, very pixelated. The object would rock back and forth, and periodically changed into a different object: an old CRT monitor, a dolphin, just random stuff.

The whole thing had a very Windows 98 sorta vibe, I think the name looked like a file name. That was the whole thing though, just this animation and music loop.

It was maybe 15 years ago. The song was pretty catchy, so every once in a while I try to find it, but I can’t even begin to think of how to search this.

On a brighter note, apparently our casual friendliness with strangers is unusual elsewhere. So we’ve got that going for us, which is nice

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