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Positive 😄 i went to marbella for a medical thing and stayed in the old town, and when the hospital sent a car to pick me up, people were very annoyed every time.

I make eye contact and walk at a normal pace. In Spain people get mad when cars drive down city streets. They glare daggers at you while they clear the street begrudgingly. We need that energy in the United States. Cars should know that they are second class citizens.

I have a schedule that has events going out until 6+ months from now. How do you survive with adult responsibilities without doing that?

Real talk, how do you make (non-romantic) friends as an adult? I only have 3 close friends and all 3 of us are fucking 😐

You can lose about 7% of your bodyweight in a single day before it starts to impair your performance. For a 180 lb person, that means you can lose almost 13 lbs of sweat. The average human stores about a day's worth of calories in muscle glycogen. Once you burn through that, you'll experience something called "hitting the wall". People who aren't trained for this will quite literally just... stop working. They'll fall over and not be able to move. With training, you can make your body better at burning fat to keep your muscles moving even when you surpass the limits of normal human endurance.

Source: used to run ultramarathons and do alpine style mountaineering

That's the thing that has always driven me crazy about our way of speaking about these things. Politicians say "we created x jobs" like it's something to optimize for. People fear automation because it takes away their livelihoods. But, automating work and eliminating jobs should make people's lives... better? Why doesn't it actually? Where did the wires get crossed?

Why did we incentivize making humans suffer, at a grand societal level? Are we insane?

This is normal in the United States and has been for a long time. When i was a homeless LGBT teenager trying to survive, i went to a temp agency trying to make a living some other way than SW. They sent me to this warehouse where a bunch of felons and ESL people were working in some of the most inhumane conditions i had ever seen before. 12 hour days in a 110 degree warehouse working with toxic industrial chemicals that we had no information on, with a bare minimum of PPE, intense physical labor moving large stacks of equipment, and one break at the 6 hour mark to drink water. Most of the people there had been there a while. They just had this quiet resignation and determination to survive.

I didn't even last a single day. I started to feel heat stroke coming on around the 8 hour mark. Shivering, no more sweat, everything started to feel distant and confusing. I tried to go get water and they wouldn't let me, so i threw all my equipment on the ground and stumbled outside to find water, and never went back. I'm white, trans, and feminine enough to survive other ways, but most of those people didn't have any other options.

Fuck this monstrous place. I've been radicalized ever since seeing things like that.

The default on a boolean flag should always be false, and the presence of the flag in the args should make it true. Anything else is confusing.

Any self respecting argument parser should accept --sarcasm to mean --sarcasm=true

No, they refuse to speak to me to this day. My gf's family called her to wish her a happy birthday last week, and i cried quietly wishing mine did that too.

I was born into an impoverished extremist right wing family. I enlisted in the military back when DADT was a thing. I was disowned as an LGBT teenager, and medboarded out of the military after being committed to inpatient facilities multiple times. After that, i was homeless for a couple years, living out of a car and then a backpack.

I finally ended up in this little town in Georgia, got a job at a little retail store, and moved into a trailer with one of my coworkers. Her friends kind of adopted me and i felt accepted for the first time in my life. We were all broke kids, but i told them i was going to be a millionaire by age 30. I was still pretty emotionally unstable and eventually moved on from that friend group, but it gave me the hope i needed to rebuild my life.

I slowly built a career for myself after that, working 70-80 hours a week for a couple years, until i had my foot in the door. It got a lot easier after that. I didn't quite hit my goal by age 30, but I'm close. I founded my first company at age 28, and raised a 10 million series A. My company is now worth 60 million on paper, but of course that's meaningless until we IPO. But it's profitable, and in the meantime, I've adopted a little family of people like me, and built a comfortable life for us. Life is good, and I'm content.