But like, a prism only reveals what was already inside that light beam.

I am really happy when people are quite strict in code reviews, it makes me feel safer and I get to learn more.

Nothing worse than some silent approvals with no real feedback. What if I missed something obvious... and now it's merged.

To be fair, I also enjoy getting my grammar corrected. I'm juggling 3 languages and things can get messy.

I'm continuously confused about why they think they are free, or at least uniquely free? What does the moon even have to do with that supposed freedom?

I'm asexual and I often have friend fantasies, where the interactions are very sweet and fun like in this story, no crushes, romance or sexual tension involved. This story makes me happy and I don't care whatsoever if it actually happened or not.

So much self-monitoring is exhausting. Worse because I think I genuinely go overboard if I don't monitor.

I'm lucky that I've made friends where we literally send essays to each other and don't even have any expectations of a time limit for answering. I probably achieved this by "being annoying" and the friends (who also happen to be autistic for the most part), self-selected.

Time to hit the gym, or my husband is dead.

This is how I feel with my little wild garden. I just visit, show some encouragement, and remove an obstacle or two.

Lucky me, I've never been 'with it'.

I was accelerated (though nowhere like this) and for me, personally, it wasn't great. 14 was not the right age for me to decide to be a doctor and enroll. I did the whole thing and I have the diploma but I never worked in the field because I had completely burned out by then.

Of course I'm also AuDHD and maybe my mental health wouldn't be any better in different circumstances, we'll never know.

My problem is that the "Can you do something about it?" is always unclear, I go back and forth until it consumes my thoughts.

What does being Swedish have to do with anything?

I am the dad when I'm outside and the mom when I'm inside. It's so hard to get myself out of the blankets, but once outside I'm so happy with all the refreshing snow.

Mom did this to me also. On the same day of her radical mastectomy. I had no idea she had breast cancer.

The surgery went ok at least.

For me, I just get an additional urgency, like, if they block these things more and more I may as well download as much as I can while I still can. As a side effect I'm also passively seeding more.

I mostly like the last paragraph about trauma just making you fucked up in the head.

A small pond the size of a large pond

Fight swastikas with loss

Same. My partner and I are engaged but there's never going to be a diamond in the picture. If they had found the diamond ritual important, we wouldn't be too compatible.

I also cannot deal with rings in general due to sensory issues.

We do want to find some kind of wearable, interesting symbol though.

This is my problem, I am impulsive and silly enough to still say things, but the way they come out sometimes makes me want to die a little inside and stop being perceived forever.

Sometimes if I am not doing too badly I still can turn it around, where the very failure of delivery can on its own get the laughs (or groans). If I sort of stay with it long enough to express something like "yeah, that was bad wasn't it? want more?". But it does require a minimum of social aptitude like you said, which for me varies a lot.

This is a pretty cool visualization, thanks for sharing!

Also I'm glad I've never lived in a grid city, feels off somehow.