Just a few little birds

I've always been so afraid to talk about being schizo-spec to people, because I'm afraid that people will call me delusional for so much as disagreeing with them. Because to so many people, that's what it means. And that's so fucked on so many levels.

Delusions aren't a word for something you think is weird, or don't agree with. Just because you can't understand how someone else thinks and feels doesn't make it delusional. It just means sometimes you don't understand some people.

I also hate seeing it being associated with moral/political views. Being a facist doesn't make you mentally ill, it just makes you a bad person. In fact, mental health terms should never be used in place of "bad person." If someone is being an asshole, call them an asshole, not delusional. My mother who thinks the KKK wasn't real isn't delusional. She's just a brainwashed moron. She believes those things because she WANTS to. That's not delusional, she's just racist.

It also shouldn't be used lightly. People have done it so much that when I want to discuss my own, I feel like I can't convey how terrifying they can actually be. How can I explain there have been times where I'm fearing my life when everyone thinks of it as "delulu= silly thing to believe." Thinking your favourite character would like you if you met isn't a delusion, it's a daydream, wishful thinking.

i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3

unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it

i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map

i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs

this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.

crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.

"Metal" would be an apt term for her, if only it wasn't too mild to describe her. This woman was casting lead ballast under her father's supervision to go sailing on a stormy lake when she was 8. She was one of the first women to be allowed in her grad school engineering program. She and her friend organized a 10 year long hostile takeover of our physics department's hiring committee and then spent the next 20 years systemically hiring decent and diverse people while driving out the bigoted assholes, driven by sheer bare-knuckled spite and an absolutely unbreakable will.

And I will never forget the horror with which she once described the insanity that is chemists. Back when she'd worked in industry, she'd had a crucible with a metal residue on the inside which she just could not scrub out. So she went to one of the company's chemists for help, figuring he'd know what to do.

And the fucking madman, in defiance of all sense and reason, pulled out a fucking squirt bottle of hydrofluoric acid from his desk drawer, spritzed it in the crucible, wiped it out with a rag and a stir rod, and gave it back to her. He then offered her the squirt bottle to take.

My professor - one of the most inspiringly hardcore people I've ever met - had a haunted expression on her face as she told us she had declined. But that the madman had simply smiled, shrugged, put the bottle away, and told her that it was no trouble, if she ever needed a crucible cleaned again just come on back.

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I love drawing my fav characters eating my fav food. today she's eating mbeju and drinking some coffee with milk