I’ve been researching my results from the RAADS-R autism test. Turns out I got fucking brought to task regarding social relatedness. In particular I got grilled about emotionally reading other people.

“I understand when friends need to be comforted.”

“I cannot tell if someone is interested or bored with what I am saying.”

“I can tell when someone says one thing but means something else.”

Can I read a book about that sort of thing?

same

fuck it. I’d play him is Marxio Party

I was starting to think the opposite

That’s an oarfully hawt corfee pawt. Did Eurpstein kill himsewlf? Prolly naught.

Personally, if Eminem called me an uhoh slur I would be flabbergasted and start foaming at the mouth because he didn’t start with a land acknowledgement. I would be owned. Everybody knows that’s my weak spot because I cover it with a big band-aid and it glows red when it’s revealed.

I like to think of life as a 6.5/10 rated rail shooter with rougelike elements. Like clearly the gameplay loop needs work so I wouldn’t care that much about anything that’s not the other people doing multiplayer.

When you’re able to choose, you should always err towards doing something and the something you choose should be what’s immediately exciting to you. You should set aside time and energy for people who share your values because 99/100 of them are autobattling through their encounter with you. I wouldn’t get too emotionally invested in the rougelike elements. Unless you’re following a guide you’re probably going to frustrate yourself trying to go infinite; you’re likely choosing between a 10% boost and a 9.7% boost. And ultimately, I’d err towards dedicating myself to something as opposed to floating around even when it gets tough.

I thought that was the game the whole time. Someone said it on day 1. How else could it be?

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

“Get out of here, kid. Go be a Family Guy”

critical support to America?