Havn't even read the article, am not even part of this group. just want tot say that lemmy.world/all is a wierd thing to wake up to in the morning.

When I used our dial in modem for the first time, I never would have guessed id be drinking my coffee casually wondering about alpaca sex.

But here we are

Listen.

When I just wake up I need sustenance but my motor skills are as low as my brain fog is high. I -am- however functional enough to press the "make coffee button" and slap a spoon in a container of yogurt.

Yogurt and decaf* coffee are nice, but not enough to keep my 100+KG of pure overthinking going for long. Luckily, while sipping on my coffee I can knead dough, so by lunchtime I should have fresh bread. (or stale bread from the day before)** What goes on the bread has been decided mostly in my youth, has been altered when I moved on my own, and these days only gets tweaked... it works, why fuck with it.

Dinner has been planned over the weekend so when evening starts and my brain is all cooked out, but my motor skills are at its peak, cooking up some pasta/rice/potato dish with veggies should be easy. Anything more involved is for occasions where I have time to be invested in cooking. On weekends I cook bulk for the days where I don't function, so my freezer is stuffed with all sort of 1 pan dishes.

Within these variables I eat fairly varied, but you really don't want to be around when I am forced to change them on short notice. EG; when I forgot to get yoghurt, it might take me untill mid afternoon untill ive recovered ^^"

it took me about 15 years to work this system out, but by george I have finally mastered eating 3 meals a day.

*Don't give me regular, apocalypses have been started over less.

**Im working on baguette dough so I can make it the day before so i can portion better and don't have to knead in the morning)

I have a fairly functional form of autism, but I sometimes struggle finding balance in points of interest I get enthusiastic about, and nobody really matches my enthusiasm, even though they try. It often feels like rejection, but this post really puts it in perspective for me. I'm not always reasonable/flexible when I'm like that. Thanks for sharing.

(To give an example related to this post; I wouldn't assault someone for having a different opinion, but I could definitely debate them with a passion that's a little out of place and not as reasonable as I'd like to believe it is. "Building with concrete blocks? What is even wrong with you, where you never thought proper construction? What do you mean cheap building costs? People who want to build cheap buildings shouldn't be allowed to build anyway".

The first one is me when I'm anxious, the 2nd one is me when im fed up or tired.

When Im tired+anxious either one of two things could happen:

1. I just stop registering anything and do whatever the fuck I want.
2. I panic and start throwing people because i can't register the details I think are very important, and that is making me terrified of social repercussions because I am probably about to do something that is socially unacceptable, and even though its perfectly innocent in my head I will be ostracized and or assaulted for it.

The best is when I'm neither anxious nor tired, I just pick up what I pick up and what I don't... well people will just have to be more fucking clear about it don't they?

90% of my social anxieties are somehow related to this, as are 90% of my violent outbursts. Why can't people just fucking tell me what they want from me? Why am I not allowed to throw people?

agree, I do have some other things in my feed, but I'd definitely say the algorithm has certain preferences.

Probably has to do with most of my interests being pretty nice compared to 'ooh pretty girl'. So when it compares what I click on it's easier to find high frequency recommendations based on other peoples likes. I know fuck all about the algo that makes feeds, but my guess is that's how it works.

Can we please rebrand 'X' as 'The website formerly known as twitter'?

Also, best post here in a while

Also, don't get my hopes up -.-

edit: so no prince fans here then ^^"

I remember going for a walk with a friend midwinter, underestimating the distance, overestimating the temperature (i mean, it -was- snowing, but that meant nothing... right) So we went out in our tshirts and shorts.

In the end, my mum spent 2 hrs trying to turn 2 goth smurfs back into human boys. I'd say I learnt a lesson that day, but one must not tell lies.

maby I should have googled '/s' first... :') At least we now know 31 is NOT the charm.

Nah :'), at least not the first 30 or so times i tried. Maby 31 is the charm.

Oh, yeah that fixed it!

lol I fled here from 9gag. Either y'all are extremely nice, or I have been suffering from Stockholm syndrome for the last decade. :')

Probably both