My own room. From reading the comments a lot of people just seem to suffer through sleepless nights or try to dictate their partner’s health/behaviour. Look, you can love each other without sleeping in the same bed, or even living in the same house.

Edit: you asked for input from those who DO share a bed, sorry. I suffered too for many years, and my health deteriorated. Now even next to a non-snoring partner I’ll get zero sleep. Which is why I advocate for considering separate rooms.

He looks kind of cute, in a sick way. It must be the big eyes

The birds in front of my offgrid home’s door say your ai assistant can go off itself, they will provide me with all the necessary info while using fewer resources.

Yes to all those. It helped me immensely to understand that I am wired different. But lately I have come to believe it’s dangerous to find these common traits in the context of a mental illness diagnosis. Neurodiverse? Hell yeah. Suffering from ‘Can’t work an 8 hour job’ disorder? No thanks. It’s not a disorder, it’s my body and mind protesting against bad conditions. We don’t have to set up society in such a way that a significant percentage of the population cannot keep up with life tasks. I demand change not as charitable accommodation for a problem I have.

My issue here is not the grouping of people under certain traits, but calling these traits a ‘syndrome’ or ‘disorder’ because a person with these traits is less valuable as human resource within the capitalist work logic. I’m not disordered, the system is.

Yes I do. Fuck your AI slop!

I also feel that making me self-diagnose with a disorder would be very useful for keeping me small and powerless. If the specific way my mind works doesn’t please late stage capitalism, late stage capitalism and its ‘helpful’ disgnoses can fuck right off while I go take a nap as nature intended.

Found my depressed little brother going to his garden finding a bit of joy. It was so nice to see him better.

To eat. I was just thinking that I’m very lucky to have friends who cook and bake for often. Typing this with a mouth full of Beerenkuchen.

Finally someone else says it. I’ve come to think the same in recent years. Keeping us isolated (and also diagnose us with or encourage self- diagnosis of mental illness) is all too convenient for those in power to keep us small.

Question is do we need more code, or better code?

Perfectly safe, trust me. As long as you don’t use a voodoo doll of yourself.

Contents of the CIA buttplug purse <3

Voodoo doll - safe penetration points for beginners

Mind blown. Are those … seeds? Sprouting? Out of my head???

I thought this was all about fun and bolognese. Little did I know.

This looks like fun, can I find it online? Looks like quite the trip.

I have used Mettbrötchen with success to scare foreigners away from my German food. “Yes zis bread has ze raw meat on it. Salmonella? Das ist eine possibility. Schweinepest? Worth it.”

Good documentation makes me happy, bad documentation makes me run away. I suspect I’m not the only person who not only reads the fucking manual but thinks writing good technical documentation is an art of its own. Good luck with trying to replace proper documentation with profuse gibberish.

Who’s in this pic and doesn’t like it? Not me, of course, because I don’t work for an evil company directly, I just help their operations through a middle man. So I work for several evil companies, but only a tiny little bit for each, which in the grand scheme of evil is nearly nothing!

Touch grass is what we need to do. I do as much as I can in my surroundings - raised beds, gardening, and sharing stuff with people. I work as much as I can in my local community. That’s how we beat this shit and keep our souls alive.

I feel you, I know what you mean. End of the world - as we know it. I hope that while everything comes tumbling down we re-learn how to be in community with others, humans and non-humans. I hope we re-learn how to be and not spend so much energy. The tiredness people feel these days seems to indicate that the great mother is taking care of that for us - nothing we have to do, just give in to feeling tired. In the meantime, I am coming to accept that together with many others I might die in this process of unraveling, but that’s not important.