i'm the way that they made me!

Stop using therapy language to make your take seem good. We dont think its okay to misuse medical terminology to form a stance on someone that doesnt make any sense when you ask "what are you trying to say?"

It comes off as manipulative as you use terminology that seems like you psychoanalyze them perfectly and that you understand when you dont actually!

Okay so, when I go to the gym, I usually bring my big timer. It's about as big as my face so that I can see it from across the gym, and it has suction cups on the back so that I can stick it to the wall mirror. Here is my drawing of what it looks like:

Today, I arrived at the gym as usual. I sauntered up to the wall mirror, attached my suction cup timer, and set it to an hour. I looked back at everyone else at the gym with a smug smirk, hit a few casual stretches, and got into plank position on the ground.

After 27 seconds I collapsed. There was still 59 minutes and 33 seconds left on the timer. I just lay there face down and started weeping gently. Even though I wasn't making eye contact with anyone, everyone else at the gym still looked away with a strained expression on their face. After weeping for 10 minutes, I got up, took the suction cup timer, and hurriedly shuffled out of the gym, looking at the ground.

When I was walking past the front desk, I decided to raise my head and looked with my teary eyes back at the woman at the front desk. She always works there and might own the gym for all I know. She's an older woman with an eyepatch, in a black tanktop, and that wiry type of frame that carries more strength than you would expect. Here's my drawing of her:

She looked back at me. After a couple seconds of us looking at each other, ever so slightly

Almost imperceptibly

She nodded.

I had improved. Last week, I had planked for only 21 seconds and cried for 15 minutes.

I love that Americans are known for complimenting strangers. I love that we fry everything, and that we do it well. I love 12-foot-high plastic Halloween skeletons in people’s yards and tacky Christmas lights that stay up too long. I love that we are an unabashedly goofy people.

I love bluegrass music. I love stepping. I love that there are always folklorico dancers in my town’s Mardi Gras parade. I love that my town has a Mardi Gras parade, even though most people here aren’t Catholic or French and didn’t grow up with any kind of Carnivale tradition. I love that if "Livin On A Prayer" comes on a pizzeria, at least one person at each table won't be able to stop themselves from singing along. I love that the middle school gym shakes to the rafters when families cheer for THEIR baby finishing eighth grade and that they bring balloons and bouquets and flower garlands to celebrate.

I love the 80 year old couple at our local No Kings protest. I love all the little kids there with their families, too. I love the brass band that always shows up at protests here and plays old union songs and gospel music. I cry like a damn baby every time I hear “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing.”

Yes, Eridians only have one sex. I obviously don't speak for the entire intersex community, but the terms that intersex advocates suggest using alternatively are "cosexual" or "monoecious." Both of these terms describe organisms with male and female reproductive organs, or which produce both male and female gametes. If you're in the camp where you think Eridians only produce one type of gamete, an appropriate term would be "isogamistic."