FYI: Many e-readers, whether hardware or software, have a special font built in that helps dyslexics. It's called OpenDyslexic and is a game changer. My wife uses it on her Kindle and it works a treat. Give it a go.
edit: Thought of a book recommendation. Check out the little known Avery Cates series, beginning with The Electric Church. Cyberpunk, spy, assassin. Good stuff.
Epic AF! Very impressive.
it's time for this fad to stop. we don't need anymore kids. we've got more than enough people already.
if they'll do this much for free, imagine what we can get for a couple packs of smokes.
title is funnier than the img. it's fuckin hilarious, and I'm gonna find a way to say it to someone tomorrow.
Find a copy of a book called Burnout Society by Byung Chul Han. It isn't about ADHD directly, but there are parts of the book that will be felt hardest by the neuro-divergent.
cars gotta get married to a motorcycle, have a couple of kids, and start going to church. it can screw around with other cars when it goes out of town on business, but that's it. no matter how sexy the truck across the street is, you can't give in. just think of what the scandal would do to your family. so what if the truck sits in the driveway with its hood up all day? there's nothing wrong with appreciating a good engine. every car does that. oh my, is that a V6? no.. it's a V8. praise god. you've had an inline-4 before, and that was fun. can you even imagine being with a V8? could you even handle one? oooh, what are you doing? why'd you have to stray from 2-strokes? ever since that time in San Francisco, you've been obsessed with 4-strokes. more and more, you're driving is erratic. at this rate, an accident is a guarantee, if you don't straighten your life out. but... 32 valves, 8 cylinders, 5 liters, and two 4" exhausts. are you so weak? what about your motorcycle, your kids? oh, sure, the kids are almost out of high school, and once they're off to college... well, you've done your duty to them, right? and what then? can you really be expected to spend the rest of your days with the motorcycle? no. no way. and, anyway, they'll probably understand. maybe you two can even be friends. after all, you are friends... right? after all these years, you are at least that... so, it's settled. two more years. the trikes will both be off, and you'll be hopping on 8 cylinders of pure american muscle. oh, the waiting is torture! but, nothing can be done but wait. now, shape up, snap out of it, and be careful, or you may never drive straight again!
not to be a dick, but good riddance to anyone implying meta isn't an unethical, monster of a corporation that is defined by it's opportunism, serves only it's own interests, and has forfeited any and all good faith it may once have had. trust them at your own peril, and go back to reddit.
source? can't just drop a bomb and not clean up the mess. it's rude.
i am going to tell you some universal truths.
first truth: you will not fully understand these truths. though i list them here clearly, you will still learn them the hard way.
do not compare yourself to others. regardless of how you measure their success, you will find only a brief moment of satisfaction upon outdoing them, followed swiftly by regret, insecurity, and, not long after that, emotional crisis.
financial and professional success are antithetical to happiness and fulfillment at least as often as they aren't.
you can only ever know yourself. everyone's life is a series of choices. only you can know what choices are the right ones for you. you cannot know anyone else's choices. you cannot know if anyone else is making the right or wrong choices. you cannot know what motivates others. your dataset for anyone else is so incomplete as to prevent the drawing of any good conclusions. no good reason to compare yourself to anyone. but when you do, there's no good reason to feel bad about it, or good about it, and certainly no good reason to feel bad instead of good.
what follows is a cliche, but it is not a cliche: your life begins now, and now, and now. you can only do something now. not back then and not in a bit. now. really understand this. if you're not happy now, it's because you keep doing things that make you unhappy. now, if you're not happy now, it's because you're still not doing anything to make yourself happy. what are you doing to make yourself unhappy?
you're making yourself unhappy. it's not them making you unhappy. they might be doing things you're not happy with, but you're the one doing unhappiness. now, if you want to bank all your happiness and fulfillment on outdoing these people, that's fine, but it's going to be awhile. years, decades, you're entire life, perhaps. but, don't forget number 2: happiness can't be found on this route. i wonder what it would look like, what choices you'd have to make, to be happy, and much sooner?
let me know how it goes. also, apologies for the length. it's all stream of consciousness and i'm to lazy to edit.
homework: read The Tao of Pooh
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you haven't thought this through. what if they add a "daddy" to the end of everything they say?
turning off 3 lights daddy
your payment has been processed daddy
three hours ago, central intelligence discovered that, sometime between 0230 and 0415 this morning, a rogue russian sleeper cell, acting in the president's secret service, was activated and instructed to abduct the commander-in-chief. he was successful, and the president is missing. for the last 3 hours, we've been searching, and coming up with nothing. that is, until roughly 5 minutes ago, when a gps unit hidden in his suitcase began transmitting. we have pinpointed the location of the suitcase. it appears to be coming from a decommissioned missile silo in the nevada desert, located 150 miles west of the hoover dam. we know not whether the president is still with the suitcase, but he is no longer our priority. the suitcase, which is a terminal that offers it's user complete access to every active nuclear warhead in the country, is our primary concern. as you can imagine, the president's life is inconsequential and you will waste no time or energy to secure him. your mission is to infiltrate the decommissioned silo and retrieve the suitcase terminal. all rules of engagement are suspended, any loss of life south of a nuclear holocaust is authorized, civilian or otherwise. the case must be retrieved at all costs. we're counting on you. daddy.
Good advice but too smug for my taste. I give this post a C- and a downvote.