the bartender asks you to pay halfway through your drink, but you can just get up and leave and he’ll just watch you leave and say nothing

"when people ask how you're doing, they don't really care." most of them do, actually, the amount they care is just directly proportional to how well they know you. you're just mad you can't be the main character of the Twice Daily.

if i am doing shitty and the check out girl asks me, "how are you?" i will say,"man, i've been better." we are strangers to each other. she doesn't need to know my whole life story. she doesn't need to know about my credit score and my hemorrhoids or my uncle in the hospital. she just needs enough to respond "been there, buddy. hey, at least the day is almost over?" and then we part ways. i have been on both sides of thousands of exchanges like this, the only one making you do a little song and dance is you, my friend

the slut is back !?

I love that, like. He KNOWS the audience want to clap and so he's using them as an extra instrument. He turns around and goes hey, stop, and hopes they understand conductor gestures and it works, and then he has clapping he can use when he wants

tbh i would be waaaay more into classical music if this kind of audience participation was a normal thing to do for many of the songs

You've gotta admire the charisma of someone who can conduct both sides of the podium at once.

I watched this video like 5 times before reading the caption cause I thought I was having a stroke.

I've seen some posts trying to make fun of former gifted kids by comparing them to former student athletes who insist that they could have gone pro if not for a specific injury, and those posts always backfire, because my reaction to them is "You're right, we should treat former student athletes with more compassion than we currently do"

I went from being very physically active to getting the "your body doesn't make energy properly anymore" disability so I can completely understand the grief that comes with circumstances outside your control destroying parts of you you were once proud of and locking you out of the life you could have had. It's not a good feeling.

... was that not the whole point of that comparison? Are we supposed to dislike the kids who were pushed into overworking and permanently damaging their bodies at a young age by people who should know better but value second hand glory over the health of kids?

imagining a late 18th/early 19th century young lady standing proudly in a fine gown with a labubu clipped to her chatelaine