‘Biting is my love language, deal with it!’

I have used Mettbrötchen with success to scare foreigners away from my German food. “Yes zis bread has ze raw meat on it. Salmonella? Das ist eine possibility. Schweinepest? Worth it.”

A lament straight out of horny jail. I’ve definitely felt the same way before and have written similar yowls during my ovulation phase.

You’re right, I was wrong, I didn’t look well at the leaves at the top of the plant. They look a bit like wormwood leaves, but I will refrain from further guesses.

No, with certainty not parsley. Probably chickweed (Stellaria media), photo and specimen are a bit difficult to work with.

Good documentation makes me happy, bad documentation makes me run away. I suspect I’m not the only person who not only reads the fucking manual but thinks writing good technical documentation is an art of its own. Good luck with trying to replace proper documentation with profuse gibberish.

Is it possible to keep him out of school until an alternative becomes available? He seems to be suffering a lot, and probably won’t learn much anyway if he’s stressed out by his environment. What alternatives would be available where you live? If you find it hard to research for yourself, maybe there’s some official organism that offers support or an association/self-help group of people in the same situation?

In my family the intensity of spectrum varies, of the youngest generation there’s one boy who did normal school without problems, the other needs support in pre-school and might not be sent into mainstream education. There’s nothing wrong with either option, it’s whatever fits the child best. Don’t force a solution that doesn’t work.

Who’s in this pic and doesn’t like it? Not me, of course, because I don’t work for an evil company directly, I just help their operations through a middle man. So I work for several evil companies, but only a tiny little bit for each, which in the grand scheme of evil is nearly nothing!

A not very epic poem about smart appliance FOMO, to be sung to a tune played on the world’s smallest violin

I’m devastated my fridge is old and does nothing
but keep my food cold.
I feel so poor and left out,
having no access to these value-strengthening promotions and curated advertisements.
My dumb fridge just
stands in a corner of the kitchen, not talking to me!
I feel so alone among my silent appliances.
Please speak to me washing machine
say something sweet space heater
profess your undying love to me dish washer

Here’s another poem.

Downvotes due to AI art

AI wastes resources

Environment destroyed

Jobs killed

Fascism installed

Please do not use

Let poetry speak for

itself

This mindset is how we arrived at the shit show we are currently living in. “Everybody is using the Torment Nexus these days, guess I’ll have to use it as well”. Guys when are we going to resist the slop and enshittification taking over? Whatever happened to small scale DIY culture resisting the big buyout?

Yes I will fucking freak out. The planet is on fucking fire, people can’t afford basic groceries, species are dying - and some idiots insist in spending water, using energy and stealing people’s works using some fascist tech-bro’s doombot because AI is supposedly fun or convenient. I hate AI with a passion for all the reasons reasonable people keep explaining again, and again, and again: the environment, the copyright, the dark fascist agenda behind it. Soon enough I’ll lose patience with stupid AI bros who are going ‘but it’s just harmless fun’ and just screech into their ears at full volume in a last desperate attempt to wake up their shrinking GPTchat-fucked brains.

No, it’s not just a trigger. It’s just really that bad.

If I see a face like this I know I don’t want to watch the video. Problem is there are almost no videos left that are not some kind of engagement bait with cranked up emotions and very little substance. I remember when I used YT for learning about stuff. Now I just scroll through idiotic thumbnails and sigh.

I found out that the random weed in my crappy backyard is feverfew (tanacetum parthenium), a medicinal herb against migraine and menstrual pain.

Lots of good advice here already, especially regarding IFS, which is a therapy approach that works with splitting one’s inner monologue into a conversation between different voices.

Since a lot of commenters seem to equate inner voices with schizophrenia or psychosis I’d like to let you (and them) know it’s not that unusual to have inner voices with different personalities! I found my inner voices very helpful to deal with my mental challenges and this never turned into anything uncontrollable. I had a similar very critical inner voice which I then recognized as mainly being my mother’s way of criticizing me - even after I went no contact with mom, she was still occupying space in my head telling me everything I did wrong.

The way out was really simple, CBT-based: a therapist reminded me to be kind to myself and I just practised - like giving myself an inner hug every time I used the unkind voice and remembering that kindness to myself is important (not beating myself up for being unkind!), and to avoid self-deprecating humour. It just took some time, maybe a year, and now I see clear improvements. The voice is pretty much gone. At the moment I have no need to separate into different voices and feel quite at home within myself. Hope you get there soon, you seem a be on a good path towards it!

Not knowing what number 3 is

What the fuck, that looks absolutely desperate! I’m sure it will have the opposite effect. Fuck reddit.

Not taking it as a joke - I feel the same about it. I guess every screen does fuck with the mind at some point, be it an algorithm making me feel in a prescribed way, the obsession to find the fake people in an online discussion, or just turning into a zombie watching TV - all is stuff that makes me sad or angry when I overdo it, so I’m careful to get outside enough and meet actual humans (and non-humans) and the sadness goes away. It can be difficult when living alone and working a screen job, but my self preservation instincts are improving with time!

The internet is devouring itself - I hope some of the useful parts remain, but I wouldn’t be too sad to return to my local library for information and slow down the flow of information again.

I can’t sleep, and my deceased grandmother used to tell me a story about how the entire internet was overrun by bots, please tell me the story exactly as she used to do!