Sombyr

The day I added a GameCube to my retro setup was the day I accepted everyone gets old eventually.

Meanwhile I’m too autistic to tell when they AREN’T happening, and just keep talking until somebody respectfully tells me to shut up an take my turn.

Don’t even have to be that old to experience that. There’s this weird phenomenon where if you’re born at the tail end of the 90s, anyone born 2000 onward feels infinitely younger, even if the actual age difference is only a few years.
I was born 1998 and I still look at anybody born in 2000 like “you’ve gotta be 12 years old max.”

I sort by active because the slower flow of content helps me avoid a social media addiction. I just check the few posts that hit the top of my feed every day, then exit Lemmy for the day.

Every linux distro I’ve used, and every device I’ve used them on, I’ve had to do hours, sometimes days of googling and editing config files just to get the audio to work right. Then half the time I update and it’s broken again.

I’m a major linux newbie though. Not in terms of actually being new, but in terms of having no clue how to fix basic things.

As someone on the far older end of gen Z or the far younger end of millenial, depending on where you draw the line:

I hate sex scenes. I have some personal issues however that may affect my judgment. Trauma and such. Don’t wanna see sex unless I was fully mentally prepared for it, which I just can’t be if it’s shoved into some random movie, regardless of if you warn me in advance.

It might seem odd, but I wonder if the almost unavoidable overexposure to porn from a very young age elicits a similar response in a lot of younger people. The fact that for a lot of your life, sex is a forbidden thing you have to sneak around to indulge in, and which the one form you have exposure to, porn, carries the risk of addiction. It seems like it’d leave an impression on your mind that it’s a scary thing you have to hide, which I could see eliciting some kind of trauma response when suddenly it’s everywhere and you’re still stuck feeling like you have to hide it.

Indeed. I drink between a gallon and two gallons every day, depending on how active I’ve been. According to my doctors, it’s perfectly safe. I’m fairly certain water intoxication only hits at pretty absurd amounts.

Fixed typo resulting in ticks giving lyme disease instead of limes diseases. Ticks now properly feed on fruit juices instead of blood.

It’s still a gradual buildup for me, and there are little pauses every time it starts over, but if I don’t have those little pauses, I get overstimulated too much and the nerves just kinda shut off for a couple minutes. There’s always an intense shock of pleasure too when it starts over, that fades away really fast, but every time it starts over again the shock is more intense than the previous time, until eventually, one of those shocks is an orgasm. I can technically have one on the lowest settings of sustained vibration too, but it’s not intense enough to give me a satisfying orgasm. The settings that just pulse regularly also sometimes work, but I prefer to have at least a second or two with the thing going full blast just because it feels good, so that’s why I use the “Morse code” setting instead. That way I get the full intensity, along with the little interruptions that prevent me from getting overstimulated.

There are people who don’t like that? Huh. That’s the only setting that works for me. Every other setting is too regular so I go numb and just stop feeling it after like 5 seconds.

Going through this right now. Don’t enjoy playing single player games much. Only usually enjoy multi-player games if I’m playing with my wife. I’m just letting it happen tbh.

Getting into tabletop games and collecting instead. Unlike video games, tabletop games come with all sorts of cool knickknacks, especially war games, and I’m finding getting to collect them and then play with the cool new things holds my interest better nowadays. Feels like it scratches the same itch as installing a thousand new mods into video games then playing for a few hours before loading it up with even more mods, but instead of mods it’s new little dudes and I get to assemble and paint them.

Somebody filled a trash bag full of sharp objects they were planning on throwing out, then decided “I can’t just throw a bag of loose sharp objects in the dumpster. Oh, I know the perfect place for this! Dead center of the living room floor.” I stepped on it in the pitch black of the night. Luckily I only hit the edge so I only injured a single toe, but I straight up ripped the flesh nearly from the bone of it. Even stupider, I didn’t go to the hospital for it. At least until I had an appointment for something else anyway, at which point they saw it and immediately made me go to another doctor to get it addressed.