And Johnson.
It’s nice to meet all you. I am she/her, can speak Toki Pona and English (non-natively), and locatable on Reddit as MozartWasARed. The links at https://discord.gg/sEuSSDz6TQ and https://www.deviantart.com/triagonal/art/My-copyright-policy-and-the-impact-it-extends-into-906668443 are pertinent to me.
And Johnson.
Don’t forget Wang.
All questions are multiple choice to an extent. There’s no such thing as truly infinite answers to a question.
Aww that sounds sweet.
I wished to be more well-off. Not that it came to anything anyways, I learned later on I was doing it wrong because I was actually wishing upon a planet. Venus is the object in the sky that’s the first to appear as it gets dark, the last one being the Andromeda Galaxy, which I’m sure would make you the first trillionaire if it was the first thing you saw and wished upon.
My culture isn’t really homogenous when it comes to an outlook on authority figures. Not that I can speak for anyone aside from myself. For me, it depends on the authority figure. Where do they derive their authority from?
Police I can get along with, but I’m not going to obey them just because they’re police. Police follow a mishmash of rules handed to them by governors whose rule is built on lies and theft or destruction, that is, their predecessors knocked out previous entities through war and revolution and they are a continuation of that. So any obedience I give to a governor is a gift. This is often contrasted with admins whose superiors are said to have crafted the entity they rule over with their own mind and hands and without deception, and I follow them unconditionally unless jurisdiction becomes an issue.
That itself could be its own reason. Manufacturing isn’t 100% perfect.
It’s easy enough at the moment, but that’s basically it.
Dust maybe? Dust can have the same particles as smoke.
I would probably be a mom by now if I could be, not because I want to be but due to regular happenstance, but with everything I face and everything having kids could add to that, I don’t trust myself as one, with both bad genetics and a fear of imbuing a bad childhood at play.
It can’t have true milk, so it probably can’t have meat. But I’m not a mom yet so I don’t know.
I sit and think about stuff, or I help in random ways.
Wasn’t the main point just to “sue” each other though?
I can only imagine how many of us are the type who’d find ourselves standing before Judge Judy.
Once again here to say I’m surprised Lemmy has no equivalent to KarmaCourt.
I did not choose the living life, the living life chose me.
Not the KKK, the wings.
I don’t think one could consider me as ever having been a mentor in the sense one is looking for, but someone I remained friendly with despite her being an outcast among everyone else made me happy when she implied I gave her hope that someone could be proud of her, her finishing by saying “and that resonates more than even some questionable romantic companion might”. She says she thinks of me whenever dealing with anything, “like an internal Jesus”.
Have you never deconstructed it before? Like, close your eyes and imagine to yourself, what defines a relationship? What defines the kind of thing I want to be in a relationship with? And what can I offer for that?
A lot of people who seek relationships lack them because they’re narrow about it, even just me mentioning I’m asexual has violated a lot of mens’ visions unfortunately. People today have less of an imagination than they used to, that’s the issue.