When your party doesn’t have a Cleric, but you don’t want to be a religious fruitcake to support your party, so you just roll up a Circle of the Shepherd druid and get the side bonus of being able to talk to all the beasts, all the time, no need to fw spell slots. And then take Message as a cantrip because you rolled High Elf lineage. Become the single greatest reconnaissance member your party has ever seen.

Oh, right, I need to finish Vox Machina S1

The only time I’ve ever had someone approach me asking about my autism was from a fellow autist. Twas a good talk.

This is dumb and nerd enough for me to contribute to

Sure, this is dumb and nerd enough for me to contribute to

I’m in a similar boat as you. I admittedly doomscroll too much, so I always want a ton of content. I’ll cycle through New, Hot, Most Active, and Top: Day on Lemmy via the Sync app first, then switch to reddit for a little while before checking New on Lemmy again. Lemmy may not have the population of Reddit yet, but it’s community comments is no where near as frustrating to read through and it’s much more varied in topics than reddit’s modern /all.

Hoping to wean myself off Reddit entirely.

Nothing much new to say, just reiteration. A big or huge or gigantic map is fine, so long as it’s populated by meaningful content.

Really wish Forspoken had been more populated. It’s a huge world, and combat/abilty wise it’s a great pure-mage action game, which I really really loved about it, that’s not a very common thing. But my god, the world is so empty despite being so big, and most side objectives are just collectothons. There’s some more difficult endgame content, but no real reason to grind up for it.

DOOMSCROLLING.
Doom doom doom doom doom, doom doom do DOOM, DOOOM
doom do-doom, DOOM do-doom doom doooom, doom doom
ooom, do-do-DOOOM!
(6 months later)
Doom doom doo doom doom, DOOMY-DOOMY-DOOM, doom do do
DOOM, Do do DOOM, doomy-doomy-doomy, Doom doom doom
THE END

I mean, that seems like a pretty dumb conclusion for him to jump to, but yeah, it could be the case I suppose.

TBF to the guy, I never believed in instant love either for the longest time. Then a couple really shitty things happened, and I was pretty much left with zero emotional anchors. Then attraction/infatuation suddenly went wild, and I was so not ready to cope with it. Maybe that dude is just not there yet for one reason or another. It’s hard to believe in an experience you haven’t had yet.

Pajama day. Know someone who doesn’t have pajamas? GIVE THEM PAJAMAS. Or a fuzzy bath robe. Or a snuggee. And tea or coffee.

I’m reminded how in hospitals they keep blankets inside heaters to give out warm blankets to patients or people waiting in the ER. TIME TO MAKE BLANKET OVENS A THING.

Coffee and tea cakes not required, but heavily recommended. Decorations can be anything from cottage core to the plushest bean bags. Soft, plush, or fuzzy is KING.

The fuck. I’ve never heard of this. Haven’t heard anything that interesting in pokemon since years ago back when I was using smogon university to dig into the meta and play on some online simulator where everyone just locked their pokemon at lv50 and could choose all their IV/EV distribution, natures, and move loadouts for the ultimate meta experiance.

After playing the story through a few times, it’s hard to actually stay invested in it anymore, I also did all side quests one run too, and I’m not keen on repeating that. However, 2077 is the only game where I will start it up just to drive around and listen to some music, whether in game or something I pick myself, and then just turn it off. Usuallt for 30-45 minutes. And I played many of the GTAs and all but the first Saints Rows. But only 2077 will I drive around just for the hell of it.

Unfortunately, I seem to favor the neurotic. It’s not a thing I can control. I know damn well not to act on it, but attraction/infatuation can be a bastard sometimes. On the flip side, on the not-instant side of things, plenty of togetherness and shows of affection and tenderness can also call forth attraction over time.

Yes, I go back and replay the game every few years. Its grittiness is definitely a bit silly to me now, but when I was a kid, I was enchanted by it. While the Jensen games did not have the charm of the OG, the first was still decent, and it’s a shame Square Enix drove it into the ground with the second Jensen title.

Dude, you completely left out Abraham. Which is wild given that Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are all referred to as Abrahamic faiths. While Abraham was descended from Adam and Eve, it is far more accurate to say Israelites trace their heritage back to Abraham. This is because it is Abraham that makes the first covenant pact with God.

Abraham gives birth to two sons. At first, Abraham’s wife is barren, so to have a kid they all agree Abraham knock up his servant. This gives birth to Ishmael. Fourteen years later, Abraham’s wiife finally manages to miraculously conceive, and Isaac is born. And there’s this whole deal where god puts Abraham to the test and tells Abraham he has to sacrifice Isaac to him. And both of them go along with it only for God to go, “Nevermind, guys, it was a test. But since you’ve pleased me by being so faithful, I’ll grant you a powerful line through Isaac (Israel),” and God then sends them a ram to sacrifice instead.

Isaac gives birth to two sons, Esau and Jacob, twins, but Esau was born first. Technically, God’s blessing is his by birthright. Isaac favors Esau, Isaac’s wife favors Jacob. Jacob gains the birthright twice over. Once because Esau returns to camp, hungry as hell one day and just casually trades his birthright to Jacob in return for some lentil stew. Second, when Isaac is pretty much on his death bed, and blind, Isaac’s wife and Jacob trick Isaac into blessing Jacob instead of Esau. Initially, Esau is pissed and Jacob flees. But he eventually comes back and reconciles with his brother and wrestles God (I’m not kidding.) Then his name gets changed from Jacob to Israel. Dude marries two wives, one of which is his sister, and gives birth to twelve sons, which become the twelve tribes of Israel. There’s also a daughter, but this is a patriarchal religion so women don’t matter. This is basically where the Jew as Jews start.

Now, rewinding back a bit, remember that Ishmael guy, born of the servant Abraham knocked up? Yeah, so he and the servant got sent away. But God also promises this servant and Ishmael that Ishmael too, will give birth to a great nation, and that he will have 12 sons himself that will become princes. And it is Islam, specifically, the prophet Muhammed, who traces their roots back to Ishmael. That’s how fucking old the whole Jew/Muslim conflict is.

And then there’s Christianity, which is when some Jew named Jesus was born the son of Virgin Mary and went on to preach love and kindness and got himself sacrificed in a story which really illustrates, once you remove the falsehoods of heaven, hell, and God, that humanity is so crooked they’ll basically kill a man for being too good while praising and pardoning a criminal (Barabbas. He and Christ both get the chance to be pardoned by the people, but they can only choose one. Barabbas is chosen, and Christ gets crucified.) But also yes, as you said, Jesus totally favored the Jews, and did the whole thing with comparing the woman to a dog versus the childeren he was meant to lead (Israelites.)

I got poor, and the vapes/smokes got expensive. That’s really about it. I will say that after vaping, I’ll never ever go back to cigs. Vaping is just better and there is no awful smell.

The United Nations General Assembly voted overwhelmingly to condemn the U.S. embargo on Cuba for the 33rd consecutive year, with just seven opposed, including the United States, Israel and Ukraine.

33rd consecutive year

And what the fuck was done?

I both volunteer and am a member at a center that works to vocationally rehabilitate the mentally disabled (ie, help them find work.) It is one of some 300+ clubhouses that follow the Fountain House model. Ironically, I am seeking disability myself and am currently not employed and have been encouraged by my social worker to not follow up on opportunities for the time being. None the less, I spend my time volunteering here 5 days a week because being within a community with other mentally disabled folks makes me not feel so abnormal. Additionally, doing work, even volunteer work, helps curb the inner self-loathing and low self-esteem. To give some perspective, before I joined this community back in May, I thought about suicide daily. When participating at this center, it drops to a few times a week. So yes, it helps.

None the less, the last couple weeks have been rough. For reasons I don’t really know, I’ve been neglecting my meds. I know they work, they really do. But for some reason, I haven’t been able to bring myself to take them consistently.

Additional stressers include dealing with low-level attraction to a couple center staff, one of which there’s some mutual attraction as she’ll actively seek me out just to talk about her day, then steadily go dumb in the head and makes freudian slips as she talks to me until she has to excuse herself. It’s actually kinda cute to watch her fall to pieces. None-the-less she has a BF she lives with and I’ve no interest in even trying to wreck homes or some such, nor am I at a place in my life where I could be a stable person who can contribute towards a relationship that uplifts both people. I am failing at just taking care of myself and am in need of help I simply can’t return. And I get reminded of this each day, and, man, it sucks. It just really sucks.

Additionally, I’m high functioning enough that staff regularly encourage me to go beyond my boundaries with work or school. Because on the outside I seem capable. I do a lot at this center, from kitchen work, plant work (we have a flowershop,) to creating fliers in Canva or helping members/staff type up proposals for this that and the other. But a closer observation of my past school and work life, which they don’t see and I have to repeatedly re-explain to individuals, shows I’m just good at masking for a limited time before completely falling to pieces. And I have fallen so far as to have a genuine psychotic break that resulted in very paranoia inducing Ideas and Delusions of Reference which I was only brought back from due to meds. It’s simultaneously nice to be held at a high esteem and crushing that I cannot live up to what others would expect of me.

It’s better than being all alone I guess, but man, I really get bummed sometimes.

My own noises definitely bug me sometimes, and I generally try and keep quiet. Can’t really recommend, though. It definitely contributes to making one’s self an uninteresting wallflower.