Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Go remind someone what they mean to you.
I know 2 people who consistently and obviously see everything through the prism of race. One is latino, the other a (rather indeterminate) Asian.
You're not being gaslighted; you're just crazy.
Some people love working out. Not me. I love doing things in a practical or entertaining way, like bicycling, hiking, building, splitting firewood, etc. Going to the gym for the purpose of systematically exhausting myself is rather different, though. Some parts of it feel really good, don't get me wrong. Some groups of muscles just love getting used the way they were intended. But for the most part, it's mere endurance at best, and afterward, when a lot of people apparently feel energized and whatever, I feel pretty crappy for a while and just want to sleep. If the benefits didn't enormously outweigh the nuisance, I wouldn't bother. It wasn't always like this. Maybe some day it'll at least pull even again.
I've caused myself a ridiculous amount of trouble through assuming someone is intelligent and responding as if they were, so as to not insult their intelligence.
There are posts out there (especially on "social media" venues, yes) that are so stupid, so irretrievably mindless, so unshakably narrow-minded and tiny-brained, that all I can do is flip the bird at my monitor and move on.
Some times, I guess you really, really need it. But threats are never good, so do try to contain yourself.
The Olympics are always entertaining. There are endless hours of coverage of some really impressive sports I know vanishingly little about, and for 2 weeks I'm surrounded by commentary on those events by people who know even less about them than I do. Plus, during the winter games, curling. I've had about enough of the Eye of Costas, though.
Dang, I can be clever sometimes. I only wish it were more often, and that it could be done on purpose.
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