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People who know damn well they have a right turn coming up in fewer than 30 seconds, but are perfectly comfortable riding that left lane until the last possible second before they violently swoop cut across all lanes of traffic at once to make their turn.
Bonus points if that turning lane is swamped with other cars, but their tunnel vision was so deep they don't notice until they attempt to merge, and they become frustrated that they either can't make it, or they have to aggressively steal the right-of-way to force themselves in.
Is this another one of those "by law, the addition has to look visibly distinct from the historical structure" renovations?
Same thing that allegedly happened to this one?
20-something English-speaking cis hetero white American male, stable supportive family I keep strong ties with, four-year university STEM degree, gainfully employed at a low-stress job full of people I like that affords a comfortable, reasonably above modest lifestyle, no outstanding debts, no severe health issues or crippling disibilities.
I've certainly won more than my fair share of cosmic lotteries, all things considered.
Only thing I guess I'm missing is a partner, which is entirely due to my own lack of effort. So far sailing solo hasn't bothered me any. But I do occasionally daydream about what I might be missing out on...
Florida has only ever been a punchline for as long as I've been around.
There are many amazing things that came from Florida and are still in Florida right now. But as a package deal, I certainly haven't heard of a time where they've been above par.
Or would that technically be "below par"? Isn't being under par the objective? I don't know, I don't play golf. Florida's got acres of fucking golf courses, surely someone there could tell me the answer.
It's even worse than that. Paying private insurance pays for other peoples' healthcare and the paychecks of MBAs and C-suite execs on top.
I genuinely don't understand how some people can't seem to grasp the business model here. For anyone to get any net value out of insurance, by definition, there has to be at minimum an equivalent number of people who pay in more than they would than if they didn't have insurance at all.
This doesn't change whether it's a government-funded single-payer system or a private corporation. The only thing that significantly changes when it is made a private corporation is it (theoretically) permits it to be nimbler to adapt to change by slicing out all the red tape a government-run entity would have, at the cost of shifting the focus from maximizing benefit to the public to profit-seeking that may incidentally also benefit the public from time to time as an occasional side effect.
Insurance isn't a magic subscription that pulls money out of thin air to pay for everyone's whatever as long as one is a member, it fundamentally comes from other people getting short-sticked. That is the whole point. You throw money into the abyss when you're doing well, in exchange the abyss won't swallow you whole when you're not doing well. That's the contract. If everyone who joined was entitled to more than they paid in, we'd call it a Ponzi scheme.
I'm sure you know all this, just venting a rant to no one in particular...
Yeah, it was a real bummer for me. Felt like a match made in heaven, but I was too late to the party. :/
Well, your instance also doesn't, as of my last check in mid August, accept new accounts, sooo...
It's not like this superficially either. That's literally what the word is.
finite - to have a limit, be bounded
The de- part is acting like it does in words like defraud. It's not a negative, like you might see in detox, where it means to remove something or undo something. Instead, it simply insists something has been done, not unlike the suffix -ify. You've been defrauded. In a manner of speaking, you could say you've been "fraud-ified".
You could say something that has been defined has been "finite-ified". The possibilities of what it could be were limitless, but you restricted them to something specific. You've made it finite. You've defined it. It is definite.
I took up enough precious space on this bitch of an Earth in life, so my only wish is to take up as little of it as possible in death.
No giant overpriced wooden box in a concrete case on a dedicated plot of land, filled with fanciful linens to wrap my lifeless husk specifically treated to rot away as slowly as possible. Not if I get a say. Burn my dead ass to ashes and preferably scatter them to the wind, I don't care where. Or, as a wise Danny DeVito said, throw me in the trash. Nature will have its way with what's left. I'm crumbling to entropy anyway, might as well get it over with as efficiently as I can.
I will not ""become"" a tree, or ""return to"" anyplace. I want to be gone. My lease on this world is over. I explicitly want that lease returned, to the fullest extent it matters.
Not like I'd necessarily get a say, though. Funerals and their rituals are for the living. The ultimate conclusion of my wish to command nothing of the world after I'm gone is that I also can't command what happens to my remains after I'm gone. I can express my wishes, but if no one agrees to honor them, so be it.
If my loved ones want to stuff my corpse in a monkey suit and bury it in an expensive box on a dedicated plot of land for 100 years because that's how they want to greive my passing, who am I to stop them? I'm dead.
And if that isn't enough, I know a few good dakimakura shops.