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This flurry of posts strikes me as a hyperfocus fixation and that only makes it funnier.

These are hitting me just right.

I would like to add to this conversation, “I’ve talked it over with myself and I’ve decided I’m going on strike,” is an extremely powerful thing to say.

…I didn’t promise my addition would be valuable.

Glóinsson!

I forgot that was the actor’s name and for a second thought he’d gotten married.

I’ve been open on the fediverse about my background.

The problem with being a major depressive for the first 36 years of your life is, you meet a lot of friends in treatment, and statistically, many of them don’t make it.

I recently surprised myself by telling the boyfriend two stories back-to-back and hearing myself say, “they died in (x) year.” Some of us outlive others. Some of us outlive a lot of others. That just makes those of is who make it all the more precious, and makes the example we lead that much more critical.

(Yes. 36 years of depression. And yes. It was actually worth it to live through it and get to the other side.)

And probably cold, too.

This is the internet. No one cares if you know something or not. You don’t have to be defensive about it.

I can’t really comment on the European experience though, so I said American, which I am, and which I am qualified to talk about.

Oh, also I have an exceedingly rare hereditary disease, so it feels like a certainty I’ll need it for myself someday.

I believe every American knows someone whose life is made substantially worse because of a lack of access to healthcare.

I want to set this up and learn to use it. I want to keep it and maintain it and wait. Because I’ll inevitably hear from someone that they can’t afford their life-saving medication.

The New Text Document makes this.

That does not mean they do not have value.

Also I’m shocked we haven’t seen a snake person come and argue they get depressed.

I’m a woman. This person has the absolute best advice.

The man I’m with currently has nailed my interests so hard I’m halfway to creaming my jeans before he even kisses me. And I’ve never ever ever experienced anything like it.

That’s so fucking wholesome.

According to Number One Point Zero at the Bureau of Bureaucracy.

I’m bummed you’re being downvoted.

Hi. Human here. I have never had a kidney stone. I have worked in healthcare.

Some people are absolutely just fucked. It’s just the luck of the draw. I’ve seen it a handful of times; a person’s diet is completely controlled, they do everything right, and they get fucked anyway.

One person I knew did everything right and had them once a month anyway. I asked him why he was bothering with all the precautions and diet changes and intake rules, and he said, “Because they’re the difference between one a month and three a week.”

Same. N=3 at this point.

My cat 100% has a name for every human he meets, and he can even say those names in higher or lower registers (and volumes) depending on how he’s addressing that person.

I tell people this, and they think I’m insane. I even point out the sound that means that specific person’s name, and they don’t bother to learn it!

Temba, his arms wide.

Anecdotally, I’m seeing a lot of parents with kids as old as 10 in carts at the grocery store, and those kids are sitting there staring at a tablet or a phone.

As young as 2, also.

It’s constant and nonstop and they don’t look up for anything.

I’m concerned.