The people who say the brain stops developing are wrong and I used to be one of them. The study that belief is based on didn’t look at anyone older than that, so the real conclusion is that the brain is still developing at 25 and data has not been gathered on older people.
As far as I can tell people are still capable of learning into old age, so the brain is likely still capable of development.
It was middle school when I realized “you can only be cool if you’re not trying to be cool,” which I then said in an effort to sound cool. By high school that had sunk in better and I accidentally ended up popular, I think. That was when I first started looking past what people do to try looking cool.
In college I got into psychedelics, broke through to ego death while listening to Dark Side of the Moon with blindfolds and peaking, and found that the deeper level of existence was that there isn’t one. Most things in life can be as simple or as complex as you want, and I had been trying to make it more complex than it is.
But the thing I keep finding is that for as simple as most things actually are, people are consistently more complex than their surface suggests.
A week ago my cousin was in town and I had a one on one conversation with him for the first time in our adult lives that started with him showing me his relatively popular Instagram photos from the past couple years of him running the rave circuit. But as we got to talking about it, he revealed that he didn’t give a shit about his popularity, his ex-boyfriend was the socials guy who wanted the clout of being with a hot rave guy. He had become disillusioned with pretty much his whole life, but you wouldn’t get that just looking at his socials. And for as shallow as his ex is, if you peeled back the layers of bullshit he’s built around his life, there’s probably some interesting thoughts in there.
I guess I’m not sure what I’m trying to say with all this. When I make an effort to understand, most people I meet drop the facades and spill their guts pretty quick to me. I might be uniquely weird for that ability, but I don’t know that it’s narcissism on their part so much as trying to be cool and grappling with never succeeding because of that trying.
It would be interesting if you took a photo of something, drew that image from memory, then overlaid your drawing on the photo.
It might be normal but it shouldn’t be normalized.
About as much as is left over after the pasteurization and filtration the milk I drink goes through I guess. Is there a safe threshold that all commercial milk rests above?
The wikipedia page doesn’t go super in depth, but it seems like somatic cell count is just a measurement of how much infectious schmutz is in milk? Why is this concerning?
You know how much your truck jostles around better than me, but there are crockpots with rubber sealed lids and locks to keep it shut that might be good!
I’ve only minored in philosophy, but last weekend I watched Waiting for Godot for the first time with my mother and as soon as the intermission came she turned and asked, “Jaycifer you’ve studied philosophy, what insights do you have so far?” I definitely feel that it carries an expectation that I think deeply about everything.
What kind of assumptions do you deal with? Do you mind if I ask what area you focused on?
Maybe it doesn’t come through in text, but that Liechtenstein question gives me zero impression that they’re trying to show off. It just seems like how someone would ask if they think they might know something but aren’t sure. What am I missing here?
“Alright guys, I’m capturing the objective from the enemy!” Enters monotone robotic voice: “All your base are belong to us.”
Pulls out guitar and starts strumming “See ya later, raider. Back down there in Speranza. Gonna share your mom’s lasagna.”
I have to disagree.
Ready Player One the movie is a dumb 5/10 flick I can throw on my second monitor while I get stoned and play video games while looking over and going “hehe” every now and then as I LOOK AT popular things doing stuff.
Ready Player One the book is an infuriating grind where each scene starts with Wil Wheaton (the audiobook narrator) listing off names of popular things for a few minutes before the incel-adjacent main character reveals that he actually spent months practicing the one specific popular thing he needed to succeed right now.
It did prompt me to try Joust when I came across it at a barcade though, and that was fun.
… goddammit, it’s been 20 years and I never caught that.
Firewatch was a good game for me to get immersed in for an evening. It involves hiking around an isolated open world park. It follows a linear story which is pretty interesting, but I think there’s an option to wander freely after completion
Ohoho, if you enjoyed the first game the second will be a treat. I recently started replaying the first and was surprised at how janky the mechanics snd progression felt compared to the sequel. Enjoy!
They are great for cheap cards though. I only go there when Mother’s Day or someone’s birthday is coming up.
Driving straight through a stoplight from the right turn lane. There’s this intersection where I live that looks like this:
Most people going straight through that intersection want to take the exit right after to hop on a freeway. Twice now I’ve dealt with people following the red line from the right turn lane, forcing everyone else to merge around them to take the exit.
I see what you’re saying and I know you didn’t ask for advice, but putting “rugged” and “brave” in quotation marks could have conveyed that patronization.
A couple years ago I was moving my dad cross country back to the city where our family lives because my stepmom was separating from him after a couple years of his heavy alcoholism. When I got there he had been drinking again so I had to call my uncle to fly over last minute so he could drive the uhaul and I could drive my dad’s car with him in it.
Just past Louisville on the way to Indianapolis he said he was feeling funny and seeing light. I was a little concerned and I don’t remember what I said, I just remember him saying “okay, I trust you.” A minute later he looked at the corner of the car, said “oh my water,” while reaching for a cup that wasn’t there, and his seizure started. I don’t remember exactly why I didn’t immediately pull over to the shoulder, instead I sped up to get ahead of my uncle and take the next exit. My dad was already secured in place by his seatbelt, but it seemed like he choking on something, so I had to bang his chest with my fist a couple times while yelling “breathe dammit!” That worked, but he wasn’t conscious.
I pulled over, got in a travel center parking lot right next to the exit, felt lucky because I saw the uhaul pulling in behind me, and ran around to get at him. He started to come to and I dredged up my one first aid class from high school to check his memory/mental state. He could answer my general questions about the current year, president, etc. but then he looked around and asked why his dog and my uncle were there as they got out of the now parked uhaul. It appeared that his memory of the past couple days was messed up. I called my stepmom and she said that sort of thing had happened before.
I guess he hadn’t gone to a hospital after his withdrawal seizures in the past so we decided to continue to Indianapolis, monitor him, and go to a hospital there if something more happened. I was very disconcerted by his lack of memory for the last couple days, but like half an hour later he referred to something recent and after asking his recollection had returned at least to some degree.
There weren’t any other health issues beyond him feeling like shit, so we were able to make it the rest of the way home the next day after crashing at a hotel.
I’ve been waiting till midterm elections since at least January to start making predictions.