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Making up for lost time by pitching and catching, or by playing with 4 balls at once?

Like this :.|:;

Edit to be more informative

It’s :.|:; with a ‘strikethrough’ through the whole thing.

So — Colon, Period, Vertical Bar, Colon, Semi-Colon and then a ‘strikethrough’ (idk if it depends on your lemmy app, but mine uses 2 tildes (~) on each side of whatever you’re striking through like so)

I don’t much care of what is said, when it is just. I’m more concerned with those who claim to know the difference

Well, that’s my head-canon now

BAAABBAAAYYY! I compare you to a kiss from a deer on the rein

“forcing him to hire immigrants to have sex with his wife couch” FTFY

They’re normally docile, unless you get caught up in them while they’re feeding

Retunal… and I FINALLY just recently beat it

I’ve been playing it off and on for about two years now, and it was so satisfying to finally finish the main story

Possibly. I’ve eaten fried-brim-tail and it was pretty much like a seafood potato chip (just be careful of tiny bones). I could see getting down with some crunchy shrimp tails. Maybe my body is just craving some fiber (and/or fiber-like) sustenance, but I can see the merit. Hell, if it’s edible and tasty, then I’m 'bout it. Maybe it’s a texture thing?

I don’t have the same issues, but I get it. And yes, I don’t “need to read” the subtitles, but I enjoy the clarification lol

I was a “toe-walker” as a kid, some tics I had to overcome, mild prosopagnosia, adhd stuff vs autistic traits, the audio processing issues… all kinda leaving me with a bunch of social anxiety because I can’t always recognize or get to know people (who clearly remember me). I have to constantly play it off as being “aloof” or “head in the clouds”. But truly, I just have delays in a few areas and can’t always keep up with what’s being presented. And the worse it is, the worse my anxiety becomes, leading to a cyclical issue. It’s exhausting trying to “keep-up” sometimes

But ya know… fuck it. Just being aware has helped some. I still live a constantly awkward social life, but it’s just how I am. I’ve accepted a lot of it and have learned to (mostly) appreciate my “quirks”, and just be the best me that I can manage.

It’s not so much that I’m autistic, but more so that I’m simply me.

Edit: I still don’t really hear lyrics either, even with treatment. The voice is just another instrument to me (almost like a bass or a drum)…but I kinda like it, because I can always look the lyrics up and clarify… if the song slaps (aka, I’m obsessed). Every day is a new adventure lol

Stoping

Stope

Idk how to use that word well enough, but I’m pretty sure I would be happy not to be stoped by anything

That’s a keen observation (whether true or not). It took me a long time to realize I wasn’t “hard-of-hearing”… I just couldn’t always figure out what was being said (literally having difficulty processing it). So I enjoy subtitles, to say the least

But still, very astute of you

“Magnesium Glycinate” is the one I choose for daily use. Magnesium Citrate is great at getting those Mg levels up initially; but for daily maintenance, I prefer the glycinate version. They kinda have their own use-cases imo

Seat #7

I could probably find some kind of entertainment-value by talking to Hulk Hogan about “wrestling” or his career. The turtle will probably just sleep, or remain frozen in a transient-stroke-like state. Seems like the easiest.

In reality, it wouldn’t really matter which seat I chose. I always go right tf to sleep on planes; because no, I don’t want to talk with you, stranger

Though… maybe not next to Vance. I don’t want him getting any weird ideas about my seat, if I were to get up to use the bathroom

Ritalin was the worst one for me; gave me headaches and was a little too “unstable” or “rough” for me. Elvanse, on the other hand, has been my favorite… smooth as butter. Thinking about switching now that they have a generic version that my insurance will probably cover

“Women are not just babysitters ffs”

Huh… I’m kinda surprised at how cohesive it came out to be

Who’s to say you’re not (I won’t, at the least)?