You Guys, It's Lars

I love gay people theres a guy in my neighborhood who named his one singular dog “simon and garfunkel”

no more stress thanks, i’m full

do you think bowser ever gets anxious after kidnapping peach again that he went too far this time and he calls mario up in the middle of the night to make sure they’re still on for tennis and gokarting next weekend

painstakingly dialing mario’s landline on a comically small telephone only for luigi to pick up instead and he has to ask him to put his brother on the phone. not that luigi isn’t part of weekend plans, but like this is really more of a mario & bowser situation and it’d be rude to drag his brother into it if there’s a problem. so anyway then luigi puts the receiver down to go get his brother and bowser sits there tapping his claws on his table and this is agony, actually, he shouldn’t have called at all, it’s late enough at his castle so it has to be even later over in the mushroom kingdom. but just as he’s about to put the phone down, mario answers all chipper—mario mario speaking, who’s-a calling? which is a ridiculous question because there’s no way luigi didn’t already tell him.—and bowser has to ask him. look, mario, i know i dangled peach in a bird cage over a pit of lava the other day, and when you showed up, i let my son throw giant flaming hammers at you, and there’s no hard feelings about that, right? and there’s a few seconds of silence before mario laughs and reassures him it’s all in the day’s work of a plumber, an explanation bowser has never thought to really question since he only knows two plumbers and it does all seem pretty in their wheelhouse. and then he’s embarrassed for worrying so much so he tries to end the call quickly, but mario just ribs him about how badly he’s going to lose the next race, and then he starts asking bowser how junior is, and does bowser want any of the leftovers since he and luigi really do cook way too much for two, be a shame to let it go to waste. and by the time bowser manages to hang up, this has gone from leftovers into him and junior and the koopalings all being invited over to the mario household for dinner, so long as they don’t park their airship on the front lawn and leave the cannons at home.

Unironically I think this meme is really good for explaining why maths formalisms and notation are so valuable, even when they seem cumbersome/convoluted. It's an incredibly precise way to describe the interaction of a lot of related-but-meaningfully-distinct concepts, and this is a great showcase of that, thank you Lynn Chordbug you're the best.

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

I'm trying to get myself into the mindset of thinking people being nice to me is them "just being polite". It's so easy to be polite without offering something! They never even have to bring it up! But if someone says "I can do X, just let me know when", they probably do mean it, and aren't going to be annoyed if I ask!!! Why am I so trapped in me saying "oh whenever, you're the one offering the favor so I would definitely be flexible for you" when it seems like they don't want that. They want me to ask

Like. I have an acquaintance/friend that I would like to be better friends with, it's all very genuine, I would not be using her. She has ties to something my family and I like doing. She brought up this connection independently and offered to get us tickets, we just need to ask. I said that would be amazing and would love to take her up on the offer at her convenience, maybe at a time when other demand is low so it doesn't put them out. This cycle has happened twice. Now I absolutely should be capable of saying "here's two dates we might go, are you around either of those so we could meet up, would love to buy you a drink or have you meet the family etc" and put the ball in her court without being rude, right? Am I social anxious or a complete asshole?