Trying my hardest to be civil in this uncivilised world.

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Cake day: April 26th, 2025

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  • Extremely, I don’t even waste time complaining about things (usually, lol) that can’t be changed because that’s time I could spend enjoying other parts of life! I have clothes mostly just so I’m not naked outside, and I’ve only actually put any thought into it when it comes to my work clothes (I kinda miss the days I could wear the same thing every day because I was in the army and it was mandatory, why don’t we have uniforms as civilians?!). I don’t even argue with people IRL: I say something as nicely as possible to allow the person to accept what I’m saying, and if they don’t seem to get it I just state things plainly (“this is what I’m gonna do, this is what you can or cannot do regarding this, this is what I can offer to compensate if it makes you feel better, and such is life”). I only have, uhh, friendly and purely intellectual arguments with my fellow lemmings! 😅

    As a married man to a very girly girl, this makes me basically an alien to my wife, being on the opposite end of this (and other) spectrums. She often jokes that she “found” me in the woods or “rescued” me, and since I often wear things until the holes are larger than the fabric and drink water straight from the tap no glass, she might have a point! She’s also the only one who I actually argue with, for obvious reasons. 😬







  • What’s there to say about it? Being with someone, your best friend and also your (perhaps fundamentally somewhat incomprehensible) better half completes you. Not just emotionally speaking, but also ideologically and psychologically. Passively and actively, being with someone who you know cares deeply about you and wants you around for as long as possible makes you change for the better. Sometimes, that means just learning that women and men are different, and that you two are different, and that your preferences and annoyances are not universal and then you learn that many times people have compromised to make you happy and as such, you have to do it as well. Sometimes, it means reassessing your entire worldview and coming to terms with some psychological problems you didn’t know you had but need to be addressed and treated.

    Basically, romantic love is not just sweet and, to the vast majority of people, necessary for eudaimonia, but it’s also a conduit for personal growth, a development you can’t really have elsewhere, you kinda gotta share your life with someone in that capacity to make it happen.

    PS: and oh yeah, on some level you kinda have to be different, mainly so you don’t have the same blind spots. Everyone is incomplete (in many ways), it’s better to be with someone who fills many gaps.





  • Not really but this one time, a long time ago when I was a preteen, I was on holiday with the fam and I kinda snuck into the kitchen and started yapping with the cooks (I have that ADHD 👍). Anyway, it was two ladies and one dude and the dude was talking about how he’s gonna be a dad and he’s so happy and the lady next to him had a big pregnant belly so I congratulated them both (“of course that’s his partner, that’s just how it is”- my kid brain). She wasn’t pregnant, nor was she his partner, and at least both ladies laughed… I apologised, went back to ask for pancakes, and went back to my mom feeling very embarrassed. 🫣😅





  • No, he’s mentally ill and somewhat stupid/unserious and has been done dirty by Ashkenazi Jews by his own admission (doctors and lawyers) so he has a bit of a hate boner against them. Any member of the American and Israeli army is way more morally reprehensible and more of “a Nazi” (unless you only consider the lives of Western and Eastern Europeans important, ofc) than a cuckoo artist known for saying wild shit even before his menty b.