If you’re a more visual person (or have a visual imagination), I find that remembering the context helps recall. Like, where I am, who I’m with, what I was doing, etc.

There’s also classic mnemonics, like acronyms, but done visually. Sometimes I imagine a scene that can immediately recall the thing I want to remember. It’s hard to describe in words, but then again sometimes the thoughts I want to remember aren’t necessarily in “words” anyway.

I have a notebook in my car, specifically for writing down things when I’m out driving somewhere.

Sometimes I spend so long trying to find it under all the rest of the crap in my car, that when I finally get down to writing, I’m lucky if I can recall the thought at all.

I didn’t know what it was at all until I came to the comments. I just thought, “Why is there a random cooler rolling around? Did somebody lose it?”

Ah, can’t wait to look back on this comment a few years from now and slowly shake my head at how naive I was…

How do you choose who the unlucky bastards are that get sent to the field to grow food for the people who don’t have to work?

Preferably, they’d be people without disabilities that prevent them from doing that kind of work. OP didn’t say, “Nobody should work,” just that being able to live shouldn’t be dependent on working.

For millions of people with disabilities, the difference between those two ideas is life-changing. It’s important not to conflate them.

Like the classic crimes of arson, murder, and jaywalking.

If there’s nobody in your area doing anything politically exciting, it’s not Run for Something’s fault. Individuals from all over the country choose to sign up with RfS. They’re not a touring group going around recruiting from some major cities, but not others.

Perhaps you need to spread the word about RfS locally? I mean if you really want local change, it can totally start with you.

… and if we don’t get a dopamine hit from exercise?

Goddamn, do I feel this. The urge for people-pleasing is real. Establishing boundaries that respect your limits is hard. I keep hearing the voice of ignorant neurotypicals throughout my life, echoing in my head, “You don’t need a break.” “You’re just lazy.” “Answer, answer now! You must speak!”

No! I can say no! I can say, “I need some time alone,” or, “I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” Acknowledging that I have limits IS OKAY. MOST PEOPLE WILL RESPECT THAT. Even if my own freaking parents can’t.

underage prostitutes

*sex-trafficked children, FTFY

You got it. I can easily assume, but I wanted to know for sure. Ingredient lists would’ve been far more helpful than Quora.

bullshit options with shit ass quora usually at the top. Who dafuq uses quora?

I wonder the same thing. I used it once, and only once, in my life. I had been trying to find vegan birthday candles and having no luck finding sources for the wax (since I was explicitly avoiding beeswax), so I asked Quora where I could find vegan candles. The answer I got?

“Don’t eat birthday candles.”

Uhhh…

Apparently whatever fool worked there had no idea that “vegan” is a lifestyle, that goes beyond food. The question was closed and I had no way to appeal or add information. Fantastic.

It’s probably easier to have faith in the American people when you aren’t surrounded by American people. Those of us who live here know better than to expect much from the brainwashed.

I can’t tell if this is true or not.

Considering that Trump has taken ignorance-based misinformation to a whole new level, it seems only fitting that “that sounds so absurd, it’s plausible he said that” has and/or will become part of his legacy.

its pretty edgy to get yourself thrown into jail for something stupid you know will put you there.

If your highest goal is self-preservation, then yeah, it doesn’t make sense. However, protestors like this usually care about something more important than themselves. It’s what drives them to put themselves out there, knowing they could be at risk for doing so.

I’m sure we could disagree on what specific things would make sense to potentially sacrifice one’s self for, but I hope the simple idea of something being that important at all is relatable. For some it’s their rights, for some it’s their religion, and for some it’s their family, but either way, most people can think of something they consider more important than themselves. It’s that importance that compels people to defend it, despite the personal danger for doing so.

Such a silly argument. Contributing genetics isn’t the only way to influence future generations. I may not be a parent, but I (and many more people) educate others’ children every day.

Just because someone doesn’t bring a kid into the world doesn’t mean they’re giving up on the future. Individualist cultures may have people thinking that nuclear families are the end-all, be-all of child-rearing, but it still “takes a village.”

My 7th grade English teacher didn’t let our class use the word “nice.” She considered it a lazy word, one easily replaceable by a variety of adjectives without any meaning being lost. Every time we thought to use the word “nice,” we were challenged to explore our vocabulary and come up with something more fitting and descriptive.

Therefore, the argument that there is no better word to describe one’s self than “nice” is weak. English is a rich language full of diverse vocabulary, much of which carries more powerful meanings than “nice.” If 12 year olds could do it, I’m sure you could too.

I work from home 10-20 hours a day.

That’s fair. Drinking at one’s workplace is usually frowned upon.

This is the way. To cycle through several times may take years, but over time all the bits of practice add up. Until one day, you look at what you’ve created, and realize that you’ve actually gotten quite skilled.

When I started using a camera as a teen, I didn’t let people call me a “photographer.” I was just “a person who likes taking pictures.” To me, being a “photographer” implied possessing skills and purpose beyond what I’d had.

A few years later, I came across some blog about various artistic principles, including ratios and framing. I went back through some of my favorite shots and was surprised to realize they already followed those rules. Apparently, over the years, I’d picked up a bunch of photography skills that people take classes to learn. It just took tons of practice and experimentation, which I returned to in cycles.

Haha, this is what I say, too! “My hobby is collecting new hobbies.” There are supplies for no fewer than five types of crafts on my living room table right now. (Also water bottles, several video game controllers, a solved Rubik’s cube, my medications, and some cannabis paraphernalia.)

You clearly never saw me in my “edamame everyday” phase.