I think I’d have to resort to a leap of faith - that quantum effects are still random.

My brother in Christ, at the point at which you’re incrementing incomprehensibly large numbers and hoping one of them decodes into ASCII text that is the specific answer to your problems…you have already taken the leap, fallen, impacted with the earth, and died.

RIP.

I’ve got about 300 or so words worth of storage

That’s more than enough to explain to myself what’s going on, what I’ve tried and anything else I’d want to know.

Are you insane??? 300 words is nothing. Imagine trying to investigate the time loop so you can break out. Merely keeping a list of the people you’ve already investigated would become impossible way too quickly.

More likely you’d try to make notes to yourself to preserve some sense of persistent identity and purpose in the face of the time loop. But that would require detailed descriptions of your experiences, thoughts, and feelings, and 300 words is only enough space for a few fairly meaningful notes or maybe several dozen super condensed notes “No flight 318, crashes. Love is time waste. John, Rachel, Liam, Tom are DTF. Murder 300 W. Elm 3/11 @ 4pm. Time flat circle? Saw in True Detective tv show”…etc But that type of note is barely adequate to convey simple instructions, much less to convey a sense of identity.

Just this comment is like 150 words. Christ I’m stressed, just thinking about it.

They said he was too skinny to be a pro lifter.

You’re not gonna enjoy the movie as much if you take the easy torrent.

sounds like you DO have a use for one…

Why does Redhat auto mount my extra hard drives at /run/media but Debian & Co put it in /media/?

hmmmm? Exactly. 9/11 was an inside job.

That’s neat!

Tldr: then I took Prozac and I was fine.

A while back my usual social anxiety kinda morphed into generalized anxiety disorder and I started having panic attacks, and that was bad of course, and I was in a permanent state of fear of…something/everything. And that was bad too of course.

But the really terrible thing was how after about a year and a half of that constant fear, my sense of reality began to “come unglued”. At the time I remember marveling at how on-the-nose those common phrases turned out to be. Things like “stripped a gear, came unglued, had a screw loose…” felt exactly like what had happened to me.

Absolutely nothing felt “real” or “anchored” or familiar after awhile. I can’t really convey the horror of it or the fear that I would never be able to feel “real” again. My thoughts started turning towards the question of “how can I persist like this? How am I going to keep from having to kill myself?”

Then I started taking a lot of Prozac and I was more or less fine in a few months. So yeah my experience with these drugs has been one of abject salvation. They may not be well understood, which probably leads to the shotgun method, but they’re beautiful in my eyes.

Is that where you get that black jedi to do it for you? Cause that sounds problematic.

yogthos: I have problem y. How can I solve problem y?

StackOverflow: You don’t solve problem y. You solve problem x so that problem y never comes into being.

yogthos: Oh wow. Shit okay, well what if I’m already having problem y though? How can -

StackOverflow: bruh. Why are you even still thinking about problem y? Problem y isn’t real; it can’t hurt you. Problem y was just a mirage. Get it? It was a red herring. An epistemological myth you told yourself too many times and started believing. Problem y is just a sickness of the mind made manifest. Cleanse yourself of it.

lol I know you’re not saying that to be dismissive I just like dramatizing things

I’m triggered. Why would you even mention that.

Dude I’m not naive. Of course there are challenges and consequences involved in giving up a baby. I didn’t mention them because I thought this went without saying, but: Parents are morally obligated to choose to take on those challenges and consequences rather than throwing the baby in a dumpster.

You risk a child abandonment charge? Wtf are you talking about?? Then risk it. Don’t throw a baby in a dumpster.

There’s just no world where “don’t blame the parents” makes sense here. Regardless of how much misery it might cause the parents to relinquish the baby in a humane way, it’s still on them to do so. I’m running out of ways to say this. You all are wild.

Don’t blame the parent that didn’t want the child when they were forced to have it

My brother in Christ…

Leaving an infant in a dumpster to starve or freeze or dehydrate or be crushed to death is fucking villainous behavior, regardless of the political climate.

The BARE minimum moral responsibility that these parents have is to give the baby to someone who might take care of it. A family member. An orphanage. Hell leave it near a police station and make it the state’s problem. Just don’t leave it in a dumpster. Or you are a piece of shit.

Let’s go!

The equivalent is just the literal equivalent. There’s plenty of books where dudes fuck aliens or monster girls like https://a.co/d/1FZRltv

Haremfantasy is a whole genre of erotic literature that is set in fantasy worlds. There’s hella sexy goblin girls.

It’s degenerate filth but recently I’ve found myself dipping my toes in…

Ahhhhh

You are that rock?

…because that rock is about to fuck up that whale’s whole year.

Jesus. That’s how you end up on an episode if Dateline.

I feel the existence of an “export” option in a piece of software is noble in this day and age, and I’m so appreciative of it.

It says “look, I don’t WANT you to go to my competitor, but I’m not gonna try to hold your data hostage to prevent it.”

It’s class, as the Scottish would say.

Not his fault, that’s just a mean or ignorant tatooist. Why wouldn’t they just do a literal word for word translation if there’s no equivalent phrase in Chinese?

Like if the phrase “great to the neck” has some special meaning in Chinese but not English, you can still write the english words “great to the neck” on someone’s skin.