I say weird shit and half the time I actually believe it.

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  • I’ve read one where the guy basically had Minecraft powers and so he built a wall and then destroyed the supporting blocks and the wall stayed floating in air.

    It had the potential to be pretty interesting, but it quickly turned into a monster girl harem manga.

    Not that there’s anything wrong with that in and of itself, but I gave up on it when the lead heroine used sleep magic so that the average japanese man MC could be raped by a bunch of harpies.

    There was also a disturbing amount of butt stuff forced on the MC. Kinda weird all in all.


  • Messy story, I’ll do my best to lay it out in a reasonable way:

    For my mom and stepdad, it was the kidnapping tied with lifetime of neglect and abuse.

    And I call it kidnapping because that’s what it was, even though there wasn’t really a good law against it, because basically they moved, they did not tell my dad or my dad’s side of the family where they had moved to, or leave any contact information.

    From the time I was 6 until I was 13 and I went behind my back and tracked down my grandmother, I had no contact with that side of my family.

    Then my mom had the gall to go after my dad for unpaid child support during the seven years where he could not track me down or locate me and spent countless sleepless nights worrying about me, wondering where I was.

    As for my dad, he was actually a pretty decent person, but he was also very much a Disney dad. I did not get an awful lot of interaction with him in my childhood, (thanks to said kidnapping), but even once we reconnected when I was a teenager his job and my mom made it so that he basically didn’t see me but maybe once a year, if that, until I was an adult.

    Despite my hatred of my mother, once I was an adult I had cut her off and hadn’t seen her for four or five years and my dad said, you only get one mother. I’d really appreciate it if you still spent time with her and saw her.

    So I put my hatred to the side and tried to reconnect with my mom, which wasn’t good, but was manageable until my dad died from Covid, and my mom sent me a slew of angry text messages over why my younger half sister, her bastard daughter, whom she conceived by cheating on my father, which was the impetus for their divorce in the first place, wasn’t included in my father’s memorial page which was made by my stepmom who had been my stepmom for like 30 years.

    I cussed her the fuck out and I haven’t talked to her since.

    I blocked her ability to text message me, because I don’t want to fucking talk to her, so she has gone out of her way to get new phone numbers, to occasionally message me and send me TikToks about how she doesn’t know what to say to me (apparently, she’s never heard of the concept of an apology or admitting you’re wrong when your actions have hurt somebody), and to send me Amazon gift cards for my birthday when I don’t fucking shop at Amazon because they’re a shit tier company.




  • It just clicked in my head that the reason why all of this is happening is they’re punishing us for electing Obama.

    The current turd in chief is acting this way to show us how they truly believe Obama is going to act when he’s president.

    Overlook the fact that he’s already been president and is now no longer eligible to be president again. That sort of logic is not at play here. This is a deep and instinctual manifestation of racism with no valid target to execute their racism on.

    They truly believe in their heart of hearts that they are not racist, that they are doing the right thing, that they are teaching us and showing us the error of our ways.

    The insanity comes from the cognitive dissonance of knowing they know what they’re doing is wrong. They know what they’re doing is horrible. They know what they’re doing is fucked, but they can’t stop doing it because we haven’t learned our lesson because Obama was president.

    Like, I think electing President Obama was one of the best things America has done in the last 50 years.

    But I also think it was probably the wrong decision because obviously 40 to 60 percent of us were just not ready for the idea of having a black president, so much so that, what, like, 17 years later, people are still really, really fucking upset that a black man was elected President of the United States.

    And the worst thing is they can’t cognitively process this information because it’s not clicking in their head. In their minds they are not bad people becauae only bad people are racists.

    Because there is no connection between the idea that an action can be racist and that a person can be racist, while in most other categories being a good and decent person, they can’t actually move beyond this thing. They’re fucking stuck and playing on a repeat. They’re broken in a way that can’t be fixed.

    It’s really sad and America is going to suffer for a very long time because its own people cannot understand that they can be racist while being otherwise good people, and that racism does not have to include screaming the n word or murdering people of other colors. It can be something as simple as feeling uncomfortable around another person because of the color of their skin.

    That one singular tiny little grain of sand is what’s bringing down the Colossus of America.





  • Those are good advices and I will take them into consideration. I know I’ll get over it eventually, But at the same time I also know that one, she’s higher in the corporate hierarchy than I am, and two, if you were a boss and you heard a man trying to complain about being unfairly judged over a passive allegation of sexist creepiness versus a highly ranked and respected woman who made the allegation. It’s in your best financial interests to believe the woman and dismiss the complaints of the man.

    Don’t get me wrong, I know that 99 times out of 100, it’s actually the man being a creep. It sucks to be in that 1% category this one time.



  • This is fairly obvious, but I can offer an anecdote.

    I am a man, for context. Recently I had to edit some personnel photos for my company.

    Some group had been brought in to take headshots of all of the major players, a lot of whom are women, and they did a terrible job. Found out after the fact that the group that was brought in was brought in nepotistically and did not have any proven skill worthy the amount of money that the company paid them for their services.

    Since it was my job to edit the photos, I was complaining about the quality of the photos, how the wrong lenses had been chosen that caused their faces to be distorted, how the makeup was done inexpertly, and how the photos were a significant downgrade of the photos that were currently there in most cases. I have a little bit of experience in this because my ex-girlfriend was a model and I attended and helped and actually photographed her on multiple occasions for clothing distributors and for makeup brands, like I know a little bit of what I’m talking about. Just a little bit.

    A co-worker of mine got really upset that I was talking about the appearance of my female co-workers.

    There was no opportunity for me to explain to her that I am not talking about my coworkers. I’m talking about the photographs of my coworkers. She directly ordered me to “not talk about the appearance of my female coworkers”.

    And now it’s really hard for me to think positive thoughts about her because she immediately went to one of the worst possible explanations for what I was doing rather than asking or even talking to me about it.

    I know well enough to know that if you’re talking about your co-workers and one of your co-workers comes in and says, don’t talk about your co-workers, to not talk about your co-workers. She’s clearly indicated that she is offended. Fine.

    But I was talking to one of the co-workers who had their headshot, and we were discussing her headshot, and the quality of it, and what they had done right, and what they had done wrong, when that person came in and told me to shut up. She interjected herself into a conversation she was not a part of, and indicated that she was offended that this conversation was happening and implied that I was being sexist for having it.

    Like, we were having a good and productive conversation because it had already been decided that another group was going to be brought in for additional headshots because the quality of these headshots was not up to snuff.

    But now I’m all bent out of shape, and personally butthurt, and she feels like, you know, she struck a mighty blow for the feminist cause, and it’s all bullshit, and it just- I’m- I’m struggling to find a way to stop sitting in my feelings over it.

    Before all of this, I really liked her as a person. Now I don’t want to be in the same room with her because she can judge me like that.