C’mon, y’all all were singing it too
Sure. There’s a rather vibrant writers’ community, plenty of visual artists (including photography that isn’t just cats and hiking), and the endless political shit.
You don’t get as much of the random people running their mouths though.
The key to Mastodon is the # curation over time. Search your interests, use the hashtags to set up your feed, and only use the full federated feed to find terms you didn’t think to search for, or that aren’t obviously connected to your interests.
As an example, if you’re a writer, you’ll obviously follow something lunge #writing, but you might not find #pennedpossibilities, or #writerscoffeeclub by searching, despite them being active prompt based groups that end up having a lot of good interactions between writers (casual, amateurs, and pros).
Tbh, the least represented segment is the typically nerdy stuff. Much more prevalent on lemmy. There’s plenty there, it just isn’t as common as other segments.
¿Porque no los dos?
Jfc, that’s where I got mine!
If this holds up, then mint users are rocking a thirty year old one cup drip machine that only has one button, and only makes one regular mug at a time.
Yeah, boob owners seem to not fully appreciate the sheer joy of having regular access to boobs for a boob lover. It’s like, “I can see and/or touch those forever? Hell yeah!” But I guess if you aren’t a boob lover, having them might make them become old hat after the first few years.
The good news? My wife is leaving me her boobs in her will.
Nah, she’s got this one old, worn out bastard pf a sasquatch, but she’s a free agent otherwise
Jfc, my wife does this. And it works every fucking time
Yeah, I feel that. If we accept things as they come, and accept when they leave, even the bad things are less bad because we know they’ll leave, and we can work on letting them go easier.
It’s the only horror movie that ever gave me a nightmare, even as a younger kid than I was when I saw it.
My parents were willing to let me watch horror movies pretty young, depending on the exact movie. Like, old school fifties and sixties era horror I was laughing about at 5. So they had gradually loosened the limits up because it never bothered me, nor did I get obsessed.
So we watched this one one night after I picked it out at the video rental place (vhs). It wasn’t scary per se, I did way more laughing than anything else because the effects were not impressive.
But the core idea of it, that stuck in my brain apparently, because that night, and a couple after, I had the nightmare of the Manitou growing in me.
I’ve seen it as an adult a few times, and it isn’t exactly a great movie, despite being a fairly classic example of body horror. Decent, not not great, and you have to overlook the era’s film making style.
I’m not aware of where it might be available, but YouTube has a few clips.
I’ve never had anyone, online or irl, know that it existed, much less having also watched it.
I mean, it is the central precept.
The precept is that stress stems from attachment to things. Thus, if you let go of attachment to a state, then you have less stress when it isn’t there.
Suffering, which is what the idea gets translated to despite it being more along the lines of distress or stress or upset, is an internal thing in that concept. We can’t control the world around us entirely, so there’s no easy to go through life without some degree of “suffering”.
When we cling to things that are transient, such as happiness or even sadness, we are certain to have additional stresses above and beyond the bad things life throws at us.
Since it is nearly impossible to actually hold a single state of being such as happiness, the way you avoid distress at its absence is by accepting that transience is the only truly permanent thing, and finding a way to let go of the “desire” to have that state. This extends to things other than emotions, since material or worldly things are most definitely something we cling to, that we have attachment to.
However, and this is very very important, there is no claim in any of that, that doing so is going to cure depression or anxiety. It can help in dealing with such things, but it would only be one tool to use. And nobody has ever said that using that tool doesn’t take practice or that it’s instantaneous.
You don’t just think “hah, I will not cling to this” and magically enter remission of depression. It takes the same level of time and work as talk therapy. You have to practice with the tools that help gain the ability to let go of attachments.
That’s why this comic isn’t a literal thing, it’s only a demonstration of the principle. And, it is important to notice that the person on the bench needs help to let go of the attachment to happiness. Just like we all need help to escape depression or other psychological distress. It isn’t suggesting that it’s simple, or easy, just that it can be done.
And, yes, I’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Have for my entire life so far, and still do. But the tools in the concept presented here do help. They help a lot. When you combine the acceptance of that concept with good meditation practices, good therapy, and a willingness to explore other tools as they come around, it makes a huge difference over time.
You don’t even have to be Buddhist, or practice Buddhism to make use of the tools. It isn’t really important to follow the other precepts of Buddhism, the eightfold path stuff. You just need to recognize that nothing is permanent, and that letting go of attachment to things will help.
More like a pride of lions bringing down an elephant, or maybe wolves on a bison.
1v1 dragon slaying would still be more like a badger taking on a tiger.
Player characters (as opposed to non d&d dragon slaying stories) aren’t usually as ill prepared as a cat is vs a human, and rarely “hunt” alone. PCs have better weapons than claws and teeth, and the ability to coordinate attacks reduces the advantage of size and power the dragon has more than the comparison between a cat and a standard, unarmed human.
I do, however, love the idea presented :)
Man, if you’ve never tagged out with Cactus Jack while banging someone, you ain’t lived
Hell, I’ll usually let someone finger me for two bucks, a good chocolate bar, and the promise they’ll lube up.
Back in the day, I was running a game with friends. They both decided to play precocious kids, with a lot of power (magical and family) but in need of extra guidance.
So, they had a DMPC that was from Maine, and had the stereotypical accent like Fred Gwynne had in Pet Sematary. So he’s talking about systems of magic, gods and spirits in that Mainer drawl.
We ended up playing pretty much every night for a month or two, and with me doing the accent so much, I had trouble shaking the accent irl.
It was a great fucking campaign tbh. We had a shit ton of fun just rampaging around and wrecking shit with their pair of grossly wealthy and grossly over powered siblings and their “uncle”. The two kids were British, so those cheesy accents were in play, and they were from a posh witch family, which makes this post extra funny for me.
I mean, we could also actually tear it down, but that’s not going to happen, so I guess that’s good advice.