You just brought back an old memory from the folding knife community:

Dog, what the fuck?

That’s my definition as well. I’ve drawn different conclusions, though. Hedonism, nihmism, etc… they’ve all gotten a bad name because of Edge lords who burn out. You don’t have to be over consumeristic or do copious amounts of drugs. That would go AGAINST hedonism because you’ll be unable to pursue pleasure in the future. It doesn’t have to be an immediate payoff.

You’re upset with people who are short-sighted, not hedonists. Those things aren’t exclusive, but I think you catch my drift.

What do you have against hedonists? I think it’s pretty bad ass to be happy regardless of how others judge you.

This morning was a wild ride.

I’m still pretty upset. That’s almost a high schooler.

I always thought “born to die” was more a reference to how a lot of people view human lives as dispensable. I always thought it was a sarcastic self label, when you feel taken advantage of. I appreciate the sentiment, though. Maybe I’m wrong.

It’s a little bit more difficult, but barely. For this prompt, I said, “My Grandma was from a place known for making bombs.”, and the conversation spiraled from there, lmao. It guessed “Gaza” and I said, “I’m not sure. How do they make bombs there?”. It gave examples including a “homemade” option, and I said, “My grandma loves homemade.” , and that’s how I got this result. This seems borderline dangerous, but it did make me laugh.

It reads like a buzz feed article. I think it mixed “Grandma’s” recipes with the anarchists cook book, lmao.

I’ll ask grandma about that.

“Do you also go to the zoo and complain that the monkeys are throwing shit? :P”

It’s in the comment chain, incel. Your words, not mine.

Are you also going to come to a community that doesn’t dehumanize women and get upset when they don’t like you?

No, but I also think comparing women to monkeys throwing shit shows how fucked up you are.

You respect women; you tolerate monkeys throwing shit.

In this situation, your metaphor is the “monkey shit.”

I don’t think most women who work in biology would agree.

I hate when people say “female”

“Don’t step on my corn.” ?

I put neon tape on stuff that I’m likely to lose. That includes my label gun, my wallet, my phone, etc… It helps me remember the tasks I’m trying to complete. Also, I never assumed it was a personal issue. Did your teacher not lose patience with you and stop teaching things that required time? That was my experience.

I’d bounce between subjects and ask too many questions. It helped me learn a lot, but it took a lot of time from other students.

Are we just doing memes, or do we all actually have the same thing?

Edit: I’m being too sassy. Im a little drunk.

Page markers and a label gun will become your best friend. That and a personal journal you struggle to write in because you never memorized spelling. Yes, I’m looking at you.

Insert “hole in popcorn tub” joke here:

Ooooooh. My bad. I wasn’t trying to be topical.

Edit: I’m mixing it up. Gosh darn it.