In my experience, if someone doesn’t want to be friends anymore, all you can do is move on. Her explanation isn’t an invitation to fix something and try again. It’s just a small attempt at politeness. It may not even be the whole truth. It may even be an attempt at specifically discouraging you from trying again.

Even if you got her to agree to “give you another chance”, what kind of friendship would result from that? You, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid doing something you never realized you were doing? Her, just going through the motions out of guilt for a friendship she tried to end?

Just move on. It’s hard. It’ll stick with you. But just move on.

This is likely the best thing I will read today.

You seem to have misread my comment. Providing convenience and affordability is a way to win over customers and make more money. Exclusivity is anti-consumer.

I like to go the extra mile. I uncensor shit emphatically.

A censored “shit” in a post about Star Trek? “SHIT” in big Star Trek font.

“Cunt” in a post about the UK? Enjoy your “CUNT” dressed in a union jack.

The censored word is “cock”? Here’s “COCK” in flesh tones with bulging purple veins on it.

Fucking lean into it.

The point of modern consoles should be to provide a convenient and affordable way to play games. Not everyone has or wants a gaming PC.

Oh shit. That explains it for me too then.

Yo.

Yes, that is a new fetish alright. Never heard of anyone into that before.

I’ve got shame for years. But sometimes I draw something nice. I’ve actually seen some of my stuff reposted as memes, and that feels like the opposite of shame, whatever that is.

Anyway you don’t do it for the art or whatever. You do it because it’s good for you.

Even if you can’t do it you just do it anyway. Make something genuinely terrible. It’s good for you.

“differently than you” is a funny way to say “triple clicking a hyperlink every fucking time oh my god you only have to click it once, mom”.

I was told by a philosophy professor that to understand the paradox, I should read Wittgenstein. I couldn’t figure out Wittgenstein.

baby mice

Zeno

Imagine a distance of any length. How long does it take to cross an infinite number of that length? It takes an infinite amount of time.

Divide the length between A and B an infinite number of times. We now have an infinite number of lengths, which means it will take an infinite amount of time to cross them.

Which means nothing ever actually moves and movement itself is an illusion.

Well I’m glad the story has a happy ending at least.

Still downvoting beep no matter what.

“Straighten up and fly right!”

My daughter is learning to write and gets about half her numbers backwards. After I’ve corrected her on a 2, a 3, and a 7, I’ll look at a six and genuinely not know which way it’s supposed to face.

I would also like to sign up for this alert.

I’d have called them Melonments.