I feel like I’m in your camp, but we also hate each other.
I’ll wear socks for a bit, get annoyed, take them half off, therefore I’m wearing 2 halves, thus, 1 sock.
If I take them fully off my toes get the chills
I feel like I’m in your camp, but we also hate each other.
I’ll wear socks for a bit, get annoyed, take them half off, therefore I’m wearing 2 halves, thus, 1 sock.
If I take them fully off my toes get the chills

You can’t win a game against people who aren’t following the rules. What you’re suggesting works when there’s a foundational understanding that is shared, otherwise they must be kicked out of the game (by society at large) until they agree to follow the rules.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a far-right conspirasist that believes Democrats eat blended up human babies or a far-left feminist that believes bullets and rockets are penis shaped to oppress the masses by flaunting the power of the white man to keep the patriarchy in power.
We teach this to children, everyone can play regardless of color, origin, or race, but as soon as any of the kids start biting or screaming in peoples ears, they’re not allowed to play with the rest. Its called consequences.

Tolerance of the intolerant is unacceptable, no matter how few there may be.
It absolutely is, you can partially tear down even a load bearing wall but it’s expensive, difficult, and should have been avoided from the start.
Kind of like building a whole infrastructure on spaghetti code.
I’m both.
I have short term memory (unstable)
Long term memory (stable, unless interrupted while I’m accessing it, then I forget)
Niche, hyper focused interest and accidentally creepy memory (etched into my soul by Kokūsō Bosatsu, the God of memory himself)
Sync has been very user friendly for me, and the closest I felt to RiF


But also salt eats everything


So throw the windows in? The rest is rusty metal and plastics that become microplastics
Wonmiserating?
I mean, it won’t kill you right away, but don’t fart near an open flame
I very much enjoy the friendship and company of hobby climbers. Professional climbers are, in my experience, 10% incredible and kind people with amazing life stories, 90% self aggrandising spoiled narcissists who think they’re invincible, but should instead be dead without the support of dozens of people in their lives, who have never received proper credit or even an honest humble thanks.
Most people who go to do climbs like Annapurna and Everest are already a negative in my book.