I want this on my tombstone
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This.
This is why people who stay in my life are neurodiverse like me!
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this!! I swear I lost like all my friendships bc of this, like I had a group of friends in hs that one day I realized “huh I haven’t talked to this people in a while” and popped in to say hi and they were all awkward?? because they hadn’t seen me in a while?? and that’s when I realized that friendship works different for them?? I was like yeah I haven’t talked to you in like four months but it’s not like I’ve forgotten about y'all why would anything change, and they were all like we haven’t talked to you in four months why are you here again acting like nothing happened? and it was really confusing for me
YEAH! THAT!
Also I have a thing where I just put the people on pause. If I don’t see them or contact them, my brain kinda put them in stasis. I don’t think about them nor misses them, and I stay on what I last knew about them (how they look, what they study/work). So when we meet again I’m like “wait, you’ve aged?” and I have the same familiarity with them thanI had before.
Anyway all my mutuals I haven’t messaged in forever - this is why
oh my gods this makes so much sense??? there are people who i haven’t talked to at all for literally over a year and we’ll pick up like nothing happened, but for their people it’s just like…… falling apart but onesided???? i think we’re still on the same level but actually we’re strangers??
Ohhhhhh
OHHHHHHHHH….
Ok but listen, on the other side of this, as a person who moved hundreds of miles away from everyone i knew and then became a hermit for several years, it was SUCH A FUCKING RELIEF to get in contact with an old friend and have him be like, “my friendship levels do not degrade, so in my mind we are still awesome close buddies” and i almost fkn cried. I thought he would be mad or would have moved on because i had slacked on my reaching out to him and staying in touch and doing all the friendship things. But NOPE. 800 miles of distance, depression, and life changing circumstances didnt steal our friendship and i am SO GRATEFUL.
#came back to tumblr after four years #lottie and I immediately went like that spiderman meme yknow tags via @rudjedet
I have literally no friendship degradation whatsoever. I will not have spoken to someone for 5 years or more, and they’re still as much a friend to me as if I had only seen them yesterday. I’m just very bad at communicating if someone is not in my direct orbit. So when Sonja reappeared on this site I basically screeched into her notes like a banshee because I was delighted and we picked straight back up where we’d left off.
Happy to go on the record that I don’t expect regular contact and will welcome hearing from people after a long time
……. I just realized why cons are such a huge deal in the hacker scene and why so many of us are ride or die for people we only see every 1-3 years.
“Excellent! I will see you for three days of hijinks and then not for two years! I love you!”
straight guy geologist describing a vertically oriented igneous intrusion to his buddy: it’s a . well. i’m not sure i can reclaim this one just get over here
yeah it’s pretty funny
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This post was made 7 days ago. What do you mean old content?
This post is a fucking week old
Fun fact: by court order, no Burger King franchise is allowed to operate within this black circle, a 20 mile radius around an independent local restaurant named Burger King that had used the name first
habitable zone
I’ve wanted to visit it for years. The town it’s in also has a Bagelfest that looks extremely entertaining.
In Ireland the prefix Mc or Mac on a second name is part of our history and language. A lot of people have names like McGraw or McGuire. Also in Ireland, as a left over of how Irish language works, its not unusual to give someone a sort of nickname by adding ‘young(small)’ or ‘big’ in front of their name. (it flows better in Irish but we still do it). This combined with an abbreviation of second names being used as their nickname youd end up with people being called ‘Young Dave’ or, and I’m sure you can see where this is going, ‘Big Mac’
In 1978 one such person opened a fast food restaurant called Supermacs and they just happened to sell a burger called a Big Mac. They became wildly popular and can be found in most towns in Ireland. Their food is actually pretty good.
Now, a certain large restaurant chain didn’t take kindly to this cuz they thought they owned the idea first (they didn’t) and they brought the relitively small fast food chain to court to force them to stop using the name ‘big mac’ and anything with the prefix Mc. Yaknow, the way Irish people have named ourselves since before Irish was a written language.
In a wild twist they lost and in doing so lost all exclusivity of the prefixes in all of Ireland so now any restaurant can sell a ‘big mac’ and they do. Most chipshops do a Big Mac of some variety.
Unfortunately McDonalds weren’t happy with this for some reason and brought the case to the European Courts in 2019 or so… and THEY FUCKIN LOST AGAIN.
So, if you’re ever in Ireland you should treat yourself to a Supermacs. Not cuz they’re food is amazing, it’s not, it’s just ok but by god the idea that some rich fuckin assholes spend years in courts and spent a fortune trying to sue a small buisness out of their family name and then lost, twice, sure does make it taste amazing.
There’s an extra-savoury flavour about this.
Yeah, there absolutely is. :)
Maybe the true secret sauce was the court battles they’ve lost along the way
he did stay in the bed after i put it back down
;w;
before anyone’s like “gimme da baby” I will happily share the baby
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