Anxiety, not introversion.

Still though. People ought to stop equating the two.

Do you know how I got this lipstick?

I mean. They are a matriarchy. So one could say the oldest is the alpha female. Who only accepts a new female in the group if she’s able to sexually satisfy the matriarch. And in case you want to see what bonobo gay sex looks like… don’t. It looks like two sopping tumors rubbing against each other.

Was that due to animal welfare regulations? Thought it had to do with regulations favoring mega farms and forcing small farms to stop.

First world problems

I am root

Fuck off mate. Not everyone is born healthy. Some of us have syndromes.

My sister’s cat is exactly the same. But she smothers him with affection. I was laying on her couch, when I said I noticed her cats avoiding laying/walking on people. Lo and behold 5 min later that cat came up to me. I ignored him, and he came up to nap on me. She said that never happens. I say give them space.

Ofcourse! It’s a lonely road to freedom and personal growth. It’s good to see other people make it out and turn out for the better.

Cult-dropout here. I care.

And when a member of high status within their cult turns out to be a peado, they suddenly don’t care.

If only my dad could read maps. I drive a lot when we go on vacation together, but often have to do the navigation as well. Read paper maps too since I was a kid because both my parents are horrible at directions. Was basically their tomtom before it existed. I was able to track the position with my finger fairly accurately.

I don’t mind navigating, but it sucks that he gets confused by it while insisting he does the navigation. Be it app or paper. I stay quiet and comply unless I expect the detour to be too much. He’s got to get the hang of it sometime. Surely.

Same, and I am moderately dyslexic. Enough so that I need to put more effort than normal into writing every word. Shame on everyone who missed it.

Just met a cat. A big, not fat, but large boy of a cat.

He was sitting in front of the supermarket. I crouched down and reached out my hand for him. He glanced at me, than came forward to sniff my hand and rub against. I pet the cat.

Bought some smoked chicken for making sandwiches. I walk out and see a woman filming the cat. He does not seem to care, then sees me. His stare fixated, following me as I walk around the lady so I don’t block the exit.

I give him some chicken, which he takes gently. He is happy.

This cat knows who to bribe with attention in exchange for food.

As long as you don’t whipe it off on the cat. Others may want to face cat too.

Speak for yourself. My cats never scratched me on purpose.