I think it’s always been this way, but social media has for sure exacerbated it. People really want to believe there’s some big order, some grand control, somebody in charge that all makes sense somewhere somehow.
“They” don’t want you to know because its all about power and control is weirdly a lot more palatable than “shit just happens”.
No. If something is too expensive I simply move on. I get anxious simply conducting commerce in a regular environment, like my desire to buy this thing is an intrusion on the shopkeepers day.
I also refuse to buy from places, usually burger vans, where the prices are so small as to be hidden until you get to the front of the queue. If you’re going to say “what do you want” at the exact moment I’m weighing up the price/object ratio, I’m out.
I know the one you’re talking about and to me that’s the least egregious of them all. It’s contextual and thematic, even if it is just shit.
I’ve been looking over my daughters shoulder as she watches YouTube shorts, and a regular clip of brain rot will announc its using the greenscreen effect. Hidden behind all the username/soundtrack/description will be a teeny tiny brown man’s head muttering punjab almost imperceptibly quietly.
Not sure if they’re better or worse than the dickheads splitting the screen in two and passively pointing up towards the video that is also showing.
I’m sure they’ll be labelled inside too.
They’re waiting for you, OP, in the test. Chamberrrr.
Nothing will ever beat the windows XP menu formats. They’re ugly and dated now, but I can’t imagine anything more efficient.
Edit : that said my favourite is grid for media. I’m having difficulty remembering names these days, and I can more easily spot what I’m looking for by remembering the rough colour/shape of the game icon. It’s basically lost forever when they update it and the image changes.
I used to be able to count it down to the millisecond exactly when a strange chav would ask me for a cigarette.
“In 3…2…1…” “oi mate you got a spare fag I can borrow”
Disagreeing with my wife when she’s about to do some dumb shit
What irks me the most about that kind of attitude is the idea that stuff has to make money to be worthwhile. It’s perverse. Nobody is allowed personal growth or passions any more, absolutely everything needs to be grinded out as a side hustle.
Tell someone what you do or create in your free time and half the time they’ll start asking what your channels for monetisation on that are. Do you sell it on etsy? You making videos on that? Why not try contacting local business and selling that skill? Did you know you could sign up for this signal-boosting ad-share service to maximise engagement so you can easily compare your ROI?
And inside you’re dying because “dude, no, i just wanted to try my hand at making a spice rack”
I’d say you’re a pretty good person. Taking responsibility and accountability for your past actions and learning from them is a good thing.
You did shitty things. We’ve all done wrong at some point in our lives. As long as you’re actively trying to be better today than you were yesterday, you’re alright.
I wouldn’t say silenced, i don’t really stand for anything, I’m just in it for the shitposts and easy feeling of company.
That said I have been permabanned arbitrarily 3 times.
The Chao racing from Sonic Adventure on the dream cast. You could take the memory card out and use it as a tamagotchi to care for the little guy and make it train so it gets faster and stronger in the real game.
It got no better than that.
In the last couple of years, seeing my toddler do new things. Any new things. Jumping, saying “cake”, eating a new food, today it was making toys talk to each other.
Overall, coding things. I’m incredibly newbie but wannabe game dev. Learning to code as I go copying tutorials and trying to tweak things and mash different ones together until it does what I want. I would spend an entire evening getting frustrated and not understanding error codes and pulling my hair out because invalid syntax and shit. Then finally it would do what I wanted it to do and I could physically feel my brain light up with buzzy happy-chemicals, big grins and jumping round the room like a kid on Xmas.
Then I’d start on the next minijob and break the whole fucking thing…