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[fish-closet]

Anyone have any quirks they developed during the lock downs?

I developed the quirk of using "Howdy" as a greeting.

I graduated college and started a job in the Summer of 2021. So most people had two shots and things were starting to open up again.

I had this coworker I'll call August that every so often would greet a full room of people by saying "Howdy-doody!" which I thought was hilarious. I decided I also wanted to have a humorous greeting for my coworkers, but I did not have the enthusiasm to say "Howdy-doody." So I settled on "Howdy."

This then evolved into a genuine greeting.

Now that I am interacting with more people, I am being confronted with the fact that this is not a normal fucking greeting (except in Texas).

Most of the time people just go with it. No one laughs because I'm not intending to be funny. I've had a few people become genuinely confused what the joke is.

But oh boy, guys, I have recently discovered me saying "Howdy" has been causing psychic damage to my coworkers.

I was once walking with one of my coworkers on the way out of work. I said "Howdy" to people passing by and he asked me almost confrontational:

"Have you even been to Texas?"

I asked what he was talking about and he said he was just really caught up how casual I was saying Howdy.

I told him about how August would say "Howdy-doody" and how I wanted to emulate him. My coworker seemed to get it.

In the last couple of months, a new coworker started, and he wears a cowboy hat. Apparently, when I first met him, I greeted him, saying, "Howdy."

He told me this created a brain-worm in his head because he could not tell if this was something I said every day to him genuinely or if it was because he was wearing a cowboy hat.

I told him that it was just something I said, and that seemed to make him feel better.

But guys, I -

I was just saying "Howdy."

[transnanas]

I would be so good at things if I actually ever did things.

[solidwater05]

Apparently this needs to be said so

Forgetting things is morally neutral! Memory issues are morally neutral!

You're not a bad person if you...

forget things quickly

forget people

can't remember entire stages of your life

can't remember important things

can remember some things very well and forget other things all the time

can't remember things (or anything!) about your interests

forget to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, etc

forget to reply to texts

remember things and immediately forget them again

can't remember birthdays, events, etc

frequently answer 'I forgot' to questions

can't retain new information

forget things you used to know

only remember things when it's too late

have vague, distorted and/or unreliable memories

depend on others to know how an event you were in played out

have other symptoms that are worsened by memory issues and vice versa

... and anything else I might have missed!

[darkest-lune]

Part 1 of me being dramatic because I am very easily emotionally touched:

"...If I were to use a metaphor for playing the game for the first time, it would be that the game was a piece of flint, crashing against the steel that is my mind. Sparks of imagination flew, and from those sparks a fire of passion was born. Fueled by gameplay, that fire grew and grew, burning higher and higher, providing my thoughts an inspiring warmth that kept them running..."

"...The heart is a very... naïve thing. Naïve and fragile. It can soar higher than the clouds, or it can sink into the deepest depths of the sea. It can provide a soft, healing glow, or it can shatter all over your being, bringing you an almost unbearable pain.

I was born without a heart, you see. And from what I heard about others' experience with one, I never thought I'd get one. I'd rather live a life of reliable apathy than one being puppeteered by it's strings. The strife simply didn't seem worth it."

"But when I first saw that world, while I didn't know it at the time, the game had given me a heart. Its beat was strong, brisk, and rhythmic. God, it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest and touch the sky, taking me with it.

It was exhilarating. It was romantic. I... loved it."

"But while I was running with my new heart and watching the flames and their shadows shudder and dance, I subtly forgot how little fuel I really had.

As quickly as it was given, the game stole the still beating heart from my chest. I didn't even know it gave me a heart at the time - I just thought I was following my train of thought!"

"I thought I was smarter than that - that I would know when a game was trying to give me a heart, and that I would be able to reject it. But when I found myself kneeling, unable to stand, with my hands on my aching chest, surrounded by falling ash and dying embers, I realized three things.

One, that I wasn't as smart as I thought I was.

Two, that despite the pain I was in, I didn't regret having a heart.

Three, that I couldn't go back to not having one. No, not without trying to get it back."

"And so, I scoured. Sure, I still had the piece of flint from the first time, and I'm sure that if I struck it again, it would reignite everything. But merely looking at the piece of flint made the hole in my chest ache. And I knew that the fire would never burn as high, as hot, or as bright as the first time. And when the flint was struck so many times that it wore down into nothing, then what? No, I have to think about the future. I have to find a new piece of flint, one that can stoke a fire just as great, or even better, than the first one."

"I look for a new heart. One that's different from the first, in strength, rhythm, and speed. One that's similar enough that I could fool myself into thinking it never changed. One that can easily replace what I lost. But some of them beat too slowly, or maybe they beat too quickly. Some might have a pulse that's too soft, and others might have one that's too violent. But whatever the reason, none of them cut it. None of them fit.

I look for a new flint, but I always just keep finding the same ones. A few I'm sure could stoke a beautiful flame. But for most, I'm... skeptical, as to what they can do. Some I believe to be far too short to start anything meaningful, while others I fear to be unreliable. Hell, some of them I doubt they even have a piece of flint at all! And while I could try something with just a heart, I'd... rather not experience what that could be like."

"I don't want to stoke a lesser flame, or to run with a slower heart, for I fear that if I do, it will smother the embers and cauterize the former home of their respective predecessors. But I also fear that my caution and hesitance has led me to forgo something that could be greater than anything I've seen yet, all because of my paranoia of the former.

I know that my patience, instead of allowing me time to find something new, had led to the death of many embers, and for the wounds of where my heart was to heal somewhat. And I know that because of these progressions, it will be much harder to replace either, let alone both of them. But what else could I do? Try in vain to find something that meets or exceeds their predecessors' standards? Or allow the embers to die and the ache in my chest to fade, only to repeat it all again?"

"...Though perhaps... that last thought isn't such a bad idea; To let the mind forget and the aching to heal, just to feel it all again, stolen heart and all. To feel those highs in their former glory, even if it meant reliving the lows just the same. Oh, perhaps it's my forgetting mind and the twinge in my chest fading that's allowing me to consider the idea, but if I humor the thought, even for a moment... it doesn't seem so bad."

[qsmpbutwithsignlanguage]

Every day I think, 'These Minecraft YouTubers' bits can't get any stranger,' and then Bagi coerces her boyfriend into playing Minecraft for the first time by using her Minecraft roleplay relationship with Tina as a threat, and Pac asks some random. Like. Amazon worker (??) setting up a sponsored stream for him if there's anyone strong and bald to protect him, and Tommyinnit says he's bi curious so he can say a fifth of the f-slur and calls everyone a 'ggott on the Tubbathon and I realize the Minecraft YouTuber bits can, in fact, get stranger.

[siltslut]

in honor of the jonmartin perfume, here’s a list of items that should be included in rusty quill’s next merch drop:

-jonathan sims themed cigarette pack

-a real living cat named the admiral

-daisy themed shotgun

-grifter’s bone album on vinyl

-do not open coffin

-agnes montague candle

-wtgfs themed dildo

-mag200 themed knife

-nikola orsinov’s costume

-nikola orsinov

-mikaele salesa meat grinder

-book of the dead

[spineless-lobster]

If I had a nickel for every gay couple that had one person leave causing the other to be emotionally destroyed I would have- no, y’know what? I’m too fucking devastated over this why does it keep happening why can’t they just communicate???

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

alignment chart with chaotic entitled

you asked, i delivered: welcome to the new dimension 20 alignment system

[vivalechat]

It’s so embarrassing when your rival has another rival… like what do you mean I’m not even your worst enemy? You’re mine.

[renshengs]

so i really like this show and decided that i should make a powerpoint to get people to watch it. and now 5 hours later here we are. this is my pitch. please watch 莲花楼

[mothalaalee]

My version:

Thankyou @marzhakallam for the mention!!!

No pressure tags: @penwingsonthinice @wisemilkaddict @listen-to-the-inner-walrus @versify @realitycanbewhateveridesire @lucy-shining-star

[tautozhone]

never will there be a better genre of media than “you can only get anything close to a fresh impression of this once when you first encounter it because knowing what happens next gives you entirely new understanding of what happened before���

like anything that you need an actual mind wipe to enjoy the same way as you did the first time. for it to be just as emotionally devastating. for every twist and turn to make you feel the same.

[transnanas]

All this talk about alpha males and sigma males, what happened to the omega males we spent years of unmonitored Internet time reading about in middle school?

[sri-verse]

Seven ways to traumatize your murderer (Without getting naked)

Die

[hyperfixationtimego]

I love you fucked up tv shows I love you gorey movies I love you traumatized characters who perpetuate the cyclical nature of abuse while still managing to remain sympathetic I love you intentionally morally ambiguous media that exists specifically to pose questions about psychology, ethics, and human nature I love you unflinching examinations of what it means to dance the line between acceptable and unacceptable behaviors I love you I love you I love you