This just happened and I’m not certain if this was a fair dismissal of a YouTube ad manifesting itself as ethanol or if my neurospicy just fired a nuke at Israel…
Liqueur girls slinging free jager shots at the bar: “want a shot?”
Me: ….no. I’m here to escape the capitalism. Go away.
Bartender: -glares- wut?
Liqueur girls: are you serious?
Me: I know what this is. You are working girls, just not the kind akron appreciates. I enjoy the product, but not the promotion. Please go away.
Bartender: -wide eyed-
Lady bystander: -dies laughing-
Liqueur whores: -furious, stomp off-
DO NOT ADVERTISE TO THE DRUNKEN NEURODIVERGENT
I think that’s the kind of thing that hits me with “reads innaccurate to the situation” vibes, and usually allows me to see the artifice in the actions presented less emotionally.
I actually try to intentionally trigger this when signing up for things online; there’s no reason a commercial company needs my actual real name. So if my name is Michael, I might sign up as Mikey or just M, to remind myself of the artifice being presented ongoingly when they email me for a new promo. Just enough to remind myself that fundamentally its always a sales pitch.