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But now the company holiday party is upon us.

And I’ve been lying about the girlfriend.

Reasonable: “just say she couldn’t make it!”

And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.

This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?

"It's red on the inside?"

Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.

"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."

And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.

https://drmaciver.substack.com/p/how-to-do-everything had a nice list of additional examples like this, with (non-)obvious major insights with regard to opening stitched bags, cleaning your bathroom floor, using a search engine, catching a ball, pinging somebody, proving a theorem, playing sudoku, passing as “normal”, improving your writing, generating novel ideas, and solving your problem.

If you’d asked me six months ago how to get better at something, I’d probably have pointed you to how to do hard things. I still think this is a good approach and you should do it, but I now think it’s the wrong starting point and I’ve been undervaluing small insights. [...]

Every time he tells me this story, his frustration by this point in the story, years later, is evident. He still sounds frustrated by it, despite all the time that passed. Teachers had been giving him crap for years because he hadn't been making much progress with the instrument.

When he got to the private instructor, she acknowledged his frustration, and asked him to try to play for her. He did, and she saw all he was doing. She then did something no one else had done before. She asked him to put his mouthpiece on a different clarinet and try to play the same notes. Like magic, it worked. She looked at the clarinet he had been using and found that the school's clarinet needed it's pads replaced.

He went from last chair to first chair nearly overnight, having been taught far more techniques than typically taught at that age just to overcome the broken instrument preventing him from making noise.

seeing too much hate for trans women being in lesbian spaces when they ARE lesbians so i feel the need to specify that trans women are ALWAYS welcome on my page. i see you, i hear you and i love you. you are just as much of a woman as i am and just as much of a lesbian as i am.

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back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore

so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!

this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together

and then in the end you put it together like this!!

and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy

and I've made a list of things that'll be covered (like, I'll elaborate on these with proper research)

this is what I've got:

sleep

food

water

exercise

skincare

haircare

hygiene

bathing

teeth

nails

mental health

housekeeping

sustainability

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ please cherish me ۫ ׅ ⋆˚ ✿˖ ⟡

You deserve to be heard.

You deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be cared for.

You deserve to be happy.

You deserve to eat.

You deserve to sleep.

You deserve to rest.

You deserve to feel important.

You’re allowed to cry.

You’re allowed to be sad.

You’re allowed to stay in bed some days.

You’re allowed to not want to talk.

You’re allow to be angry.

You’re not alone.

The world is horrible, and scary. People will do you wrong, hurt your feelings and break your trust. But you’re not alone.

There might be no event at all, that makes you feel sad. But you’re still allowed to be sad.

For those who hide their feelings, and wear a mask during the day. You’re not alone.

For those who hide themself away and want to be isolated. You’re not alone.

For those who are to scared to leave the house, or talk to people, or do anything at all. You’re not alone.

For those who are feeling paranoid or hearing voices, or seeing hallucinations. You’re not alone.

For those who can’t pinpoint why the do what they do, or feel how they feel. You’re not alone.

It’s hard. Life is hard. But there are people out there that care.

Message if you need someone to talk to!