No one that is super rich is an honest person. The image you see is fabricated by a whole company. The only way to get super rich is by screwing over a giant wake of other people. There are more talented people out there. The difference is that when she was faced with opportunity she chose what is best for her at the expense of all else.

In business, you will face these situations. I would probably still have my last auto body shop if I had missed by best friend’s wedding and caused my apprentice to lose his house. This was what broke me. I lost my biggest account for my friend’s wedding and I stretched myself too thin to make sure Eric kept his house. Then the used car market crashed out for 2 months straight in 2008 and I fell apart. This is small time. To be really successful, tell people what they want to hear then screw them over when they can’t even whine or complain publicly. This is how Musk operates, and if you were to know the real Swift, you would find the same thing. These are ultra successful personalities in reality.

Looks like a boat, breaks like a boat…

72 hours or nearly so, and basically worked the whole time too. It was the first time my roommate gave me Adderall to try. I did around 2 weeks worth of work in my auto body shop, then slept like 14 hours straight. To top that off I was around 350 pounds too. A week later I was on the stuff legit. Three years later I was racing bicycles and under 190 pounds. Three years after that, I was disabled from a crash with 2 SUVs.

Best advice I can give at 40 is simple: Don’t worry or even think about dating anyone because of relationship reasons. Be the best version of you and make yourself happy first. If you are balanced and in a good place, you’ll meet someone in similar straights and it will work out right.

Try volunteering in your community for a day. Just try it. Meeting people that are also volunteering is a good way to find great people that have the kinds of qualities that lead to life long friends. It will also put life in perspective.

Chasing relationships always lead me to bad places.

Be the best version of yourself. We are all a product of our environment and opportunities. We are all animals. We are all evil under certain circumstances. All any of us can do is be the best version of ourselves.

I pick whichever tends to be more active, or more positive, or more general. I am also aware of how LW is poorly in sync with other instances and so I have been posting to LW more often as I am mostly here for social interaction.

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apropos man man

I blocked NSQ because a bot is a mod. I don’t see anything particularly odd here. It just seems like people asking general random stuff like real people

Not my point here. BT did not know he would die. Being scared of the potential is not the same as the experience itself.

When a person is injured and in an unstable state they do not seem to be aware that the moment of death has arrived in most cases that I have seen (3).

Not just that really. I have watched 3 people die and none really knew what was happening or when it was coming even when intuitively it would seem like they should. I was apparently lucid for parts of 3 hours that was a total blackness in my memory for years. I have 2 little parts that feel like a very fuzzy dream, but if I had died, I wouldn’t have known anything about the last experiences, pain, or struggle. For a long time I thought that was only due to the massive head injury I had, but thinking of others I have watched die, I see a similar lucid like state without much if any awareness. Sure they were in pain, I certainly was, but there is a disconnect between the sensation of pain in the body from wounds and the trauma that leads to death (IMO). That trauma does not seem to have a tie to conscious experience. It is almost like we are in user space, death in in kernel space, and we can never fully experience kernel space.

I’m in so much pain all the time that even breaking bones does little to phase me any more. I already hurt worse than almost anything anyone can do to me. It yields an interesting perspective on the nuance of death IMO. My intended nuances are often missed on Lemmy.

That seems quite dystopian to me. I’d at least like to know who my assailant is when I am harmed. Is there some reliable channel with accessible information in a democratic social context that is not sketchy? Not that the USA has such when Musk is first citizen of Rome or the real senate is a Koch meeting convened every 6 months.

With some probability but not with certainty. At that age it could be anything.

The post isn’t about knowing in a meaningful or useful sense. In this context it is about the anxiety of the experience in the moments just before it happens.

I used to feel this way all the time. I left all of them for atheism and a strong desire for more self growth. I grew a ton, but I have no friends. That is mostly because I was on a bicycle and in a crash with 2 SUVs 11 years ago and am stuck in involuntary social isolation.

Be cognizant of doing things for people that they would not do for you. Don’t feel guilty for interacting with stupid people on their level. If you are objectively the smartest person in the room, you are in the wrong room. It is okay to grow, acknowledge this, and act upon it.

My first Gentoo install took 3 weeks with all the reading required to do a secure boot UEFI install with a USB based key and boot configuration to ensure W10 could dual boot without problems WAY before that was easy and reliable with Anaconda on Fedora.

Now… Fedora is only writing the USB iso and like 2 clicks. It is easier and more reliable than Windows has ever been or even floppy disk DOS ever was. GNOME is a stupid simple desktop environment too.

“that’s a big-ass binky…” whutt

At some point some kids learned they could get food and shelter by peddling the dumb shit their dad made up when they were kids.

“Daddy, where is uncle Larry after he touched little Susie?”

He’s burning in hell sweetie.

“… Are we having bacon tonight daddy?”

No sweetie. That’s uncle Larry in hell.

I see your nuance better now. I’m saying that diversity is not a qualifier for total artistic value. I believe it is okay to tell flawed stories as art. I do not believe that all stories should be flawed, they should be an exception not the rule.

This is where we are likely strongly aligned versus any potential for difference. I believe telling better stories is the failure of the entertainment industry. There are plenty of better stories to tell. The real prejudice is happening by the cowardice of choosing misogynistic stories to tell. Really, there is not enough value placed on the big picture abstract overview. People are playing with the trees when they should be managing the forest. Old familiar stories with foundations built in an era of a lack of diversity are ripe to abandon for a new era of better stories.

You are projection projecting a position I neither stated nor hold

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If men in a story are doing all the interesting stuff, the story is the bad choice. Adding oil paints to an existing watercolor does not make art. Paint a beautiful oil painting.