macrocarpa

Panic attack (I hope)

It's awful

??? So many holes in the way this data is presented

• Different time scales on nearly all the charts

• no definition for what is conservative vs what is liberal

• Divergence has occurred within the past 10 yesrs

• Date range is floating for 18 to 29 year olds

• no data for equality

• no data for relative power

• no data for consequence

The data just...doesn't support this premise, so probably not.

Never been a multiplayer fan, reading the above its the same story as many other hobbies and recreations tho right?

offer a neverending challenge

....which requires continuous ongoing investment to overcome or even compete

There's always a better opponent

...who has more time or resource to put into getting better

And I've made a lot of good friends through these communities.

...because they attract similar minded people, but there's also toxic dickheads as well

I feel like the good bits and the bad hits of community are the community

Back in the day, nostalgia was better

Sometimes the base level of aggression or the base level of inflection is way higher than what you're locally tuned for.

Anecdotally I have found even business conversations with people from the US to be over the top. Especially through the sales cycle. There is a lot of hype that I need to adjust for in comparison to vendors in the UK, Europe and Asia.

It's not a bad thing, it's a social standard. I probably appear quiet reserved and shy by comparison.

Guessing bush pilot in Queensland or Northern Territory of Australia based on post history

Shhhhh if we keep quiet they won't notice and we won't have to do anything

I was young and naive, even a couple years later I would've done a bit of digging. You know, questions like what's his name, how long you guys been going out for, shouldn't he be here with you in your moment of need given your fucking dog is dead.

Mate I've had some cracker first dates that didn't work out in the long run but were absolutely part of the tapestry which got me to here.

The number of good first dates far outweighs the weird and shitty ones.

Some of my most treasured experiences are those quiet intimate moments just between two of you. An experience that just the two of you share. It is profound.

We are our experiences.

Asked a girl out on a date. She invited me over to watch a movie with her at her parents house (we were in our late teens). I arrived; her recently deceased family dog and incredibly distressed mother were both in the kitchen. Dog was a really big golden retriever that had been euthanized, and the mom had bought him home? Not sure why? Maybe to bury in the back yard or something? Idk

Anyway I offered to leave but she was insistent that we watch the movie together, which we did, on the couch, with her mom crying in the next room. Halfway through the movie the mom screams he's still alive, he's still alive. Go into the kitchen, she'd gone to move the body and it had expelled air and made some noise. I had to explain, with my best year 12 biology, what had happened. Five minutes of this woman losing her shit with grief out of her beloved companion dying.

Girl insisted we watch the last 10 minutes of the movie, it finishes with us watching in silence, I get up to leave and said something stupid like hey I'd love to do this again sometime and she says "I have a boyfriend"

I'm like alright well that's that then and didn't put in any more effort. Stupid me, she was hot and I really liked her. Being a dipshit I wrote a song about it, using the three guitar chords I knew, which takes me to act ii.....

....five years later, I'm at a party, exchanging worst first date stories with friends and fellow partygoers including a cute blonde. I wait my turn, tell the story, she laughs her arse off and then goads me into singing the song, accompanying myself poorly on the guitar. I absolutely fucking nail it, everyone is in stitches, sit down next to her and the night goes from there. We end up leaving the party for a walk down to the local beach, made out on the beach, things get frisky, jump in a cab back to my house, in bed together, have drunken sex....which results in a broken condom. She lives literally the other side of town so we have to wait till (a) I'm sober enough to drive and (b) pharmacy is open to get a plan b, then have the most awkward drive back to her house. Get there, offer to walk her to the door, she says no, kisses me goodbye in the car, then texts me...to say she has a boyfriend.

There's a movie about that scenario with the Beatles. Called yesterday.