My personal opinion: FB is bad not just because of who owns it or how it’s operated. The very concept is harmful. I grew up in the 90s before the web existed. All the stupid stuff I did and said stays where it belongs, haunting my memories when I lie a wake at 3 AM. Now along comes social media. You over share your life, and it’s all associated with your real name and real face and real phone number. It’s all out there, forever, for everyone to see. No thanks.

I’m out of mana!

not sure what your grandfather has to do with it, but OK. COL will only continue to skyrocket the next couple of decades.

The cost of living is exactly why I brought up my grandfather.

We (millennials and younger) were sold a bill of goods by our baby boomer parents.

“Go to college,” they said, “and you’ll get a good job that will put a roof over your head and food on the table.” We looked at them, with their bachelor’s degrees and owned houses and car-filled garages and hope for the future, and we believed them because everything we experienced during the halcyon days of the 90s reinforced that idea. But just as we were getting ready to graduate, the great recession hit, pulling the rug out from under us.

Do I blame them? No. They said that because it worked for them and they honestly thought it would work for us. But that doesn’t make me feel any less bitter.

I feel like adding a positive experience to contrast the more negative comments (including my own). The summer I graduated high school was perhaps one of the best times in my life. I really, truly felt that I had my whole life ahead of me.

I spent all of June training with my first guide dog. The clearest memory I have of realizing I was finally an adult was when we were flying home after training. I was sitting at the gate, my new dog lying quietly under my chair, my feet resting slightly forward into the walkway to accommodate her, my head filled with future plans and possibilities. I thought about how I would provide a loving home for this carefully bred, meticulously vetted, and rigorously trained canine that this organization had entrusted me with. I imagined our first semester of college together. I hadn’t gotten into my first choice school or major but that was OK; I had a backup plan and was looking forward to it. A kid ran past me, pulling me out of my thoughts, then I heard his mother say “Watch out for that man’s foot.” That’s it. I was a “man” not a “boy” or a “kid” or a “child”. The world saw me as an adult. The future may not have turned out how I thought, but in that moment, I was exactly who I wanted to be, doing exactly what I wanted to do, exactly where I was supposed to be, and man it felt good.

One of my many “I guess I’m a grown man now” moments was when I got legitimately excited to buy a ladder.

When I was little, I thought I would grow out of playing video games, as in I have a very specific memory of sitting in my 1st grade math class and just making that observation to myself. I was a 90s kid surrounded by baby boomer adults who largely were not gamers, so I just assumed one day I’d grow out of it.

On the positive side, I learned that you don’t have to give up your imagination when you grow up. I came up with elaborate make-believe worlds as kids are wont to do, and merely started adding lore and continuity and documentation when I got older. You don’t need to be writing a sci-fi novel or DMing a homebrew D&D campaign to do it, either. I worldbuild for the mere joy of pretending, or to dignify it with Tolkien’s words sub-creation.

1. I have a disability that prevents me from driving and makes it difficult to find employment without strong inside connections or outside of a few very specific niches.
2. I live in a very large, pedestrian-hostile city.
3. While my grandfather, who lacked a college education, could afford to buy a house and feed a stay-at-home wife and 8 children, I, who have no dependents and have two college degrees, cannot afford an apartment in a location that fits my needs.

I’m in my 40s and I still don’t get it. I keep asking myself when my life as an independent adult who has my own place to live and access to decent transportation will begin.

I self host a wiki and use Cloudflare as a reverse proxy to protect my IP. If you know of a similarly easy to use solution I’d love to hear it.

I just shrug and say you’re probably right. I can’t find the exact quote but it’s something like “Pacifists only exist because others do violence on their behalf” and I think it’s applicable here as well. But, look, I barely have agency over my own affairs, so I’m not going to waste energy futilely worrying about the affairs of others.

I don’t. I deliberately avoid news of any kind. It’s either too depressing or none of my business. I do not take sides. I neither condemn nor condone, I merely acknowledge that someone or something exists or that some event is occurring.

It’s not necessarily that I don’t have opinions on what I do learn through osmosis, just that I realize they’re futile or unlikely to be convincing so there’s no use discussing them. I merely exist and the rest of the world happens around me whether I like it or not.

Unhealthy? Probably, but this is the only way I have found a measure of peace.

The Emperor of Mankind from Warhammer 40k. We’re supposed to root for his enlightened rationalism in contrast to what the imperium would become, but he comes across as an expansionist tyrant.

Not actively learning a language, but I have a degree in Spanish, though it’s been years since I used it professionally and I no longer regard myself as proficient. Before that I took Latin throughout high school (a rare treat in a US public school AFAIK), and attempted to learn Mandarin via Duolingo in 2019.

As it happens I also construct artificial languages as a hobby after the manner of Tolkien.

“The trick is to say you’re prejudiced against all races” --Homer Simpson (OK the quote was about getting out of jury duty but I think it fits here)

Not a personal story, but a historical confluence I find interesting and rarely have the occasion to share:

There was once a German Calvinist teacher named Joachim Neumann. He was known for his hymns, and would frequent a valley of the river Dussel to seek spiritual retreat. At the time, there was a fad for Hellenizing one’s surname, and so Neumann (New Man) became known as Neander.

The valley (German Thal/Tal) was eventually named after him. Centuries later while excavating a quarry, the remains of an archaic species of human were found and subsequently named after the valley, giving us Neanderthals. Whenever the subject of neanderthal culture comes up, I can’t help but imagine them as Calvinists.

As for a personal story, as the family IT guy, I’m often summoned to troubleshoot issues with printers and streaming boxes. As often as not my mere presence seems to resolve the issue. Now you could say having someone looking over your shoulder would make you subconsciously more careful when entering text, or force you to think through the steps of whatever you’re trying to do, so you’re less likely to mess up. But we all know the real reason, the presence of a powerful tech-adept has appeased the machine spirit.

It’s like the Barbie Museum from Rat Race.

It’ll just get escaped by quotes.

EDIT: it might be a better idea to use non-ascii characters.