You just brought back memories of my siblings and I walking around outside barefoot to the point these things penetrated our shoes more easily than our feet.

In rural southern Utah these things are literally everywhere. If you go out with cheap foam flip-flops, the entire bottom of the shoe will embedded with dozens of these seconds after you start walking around lol

Kind of oddly satisfying to pull them out of the soles of shoes tbf

The cardinality of the two intervals [0,1] and [0,2] are equivalent. E.g. for every number in the former you could map it to a unique number in the latter and vice versa. (Multiply or divide by two)

However in statistics, if you have a continuous variable with a uniform distribution on the interval [0, 2] and you want to know what the chances are of that value being between [0,1] then you do what you normally would for a discrete set and divide 1 by 2 because there are twice as many elements in the total than there are in half the range.

In other words, for weird theoretical math the amount of numbers in the reals is equivalent to the amount of any elements in a subset of the reals, but other than those weird cases, you should treat it as though they are different sizes.

If I don’t have a choice to leave or feel irrationally compelled to actually try to debate them 10.

It’s not a choice it’s a fucking curse. I don’t have to think, my mind will eventually start predicting what they say and eventually I want to gut myself because I can think of a hundred things to say and know that it won’t change their fucking minds.

Worse, mind reading is a fallacy. Sure predictions can be pretty accurate, but there’s no way to know for sure if those arguments will play out exactly as I think. But there’s real curse is that just because all the things I can think to say won’t change their mind, that doesn’t mean there isn’t something that will. I might just be too dumb to think of a good argument. So I rot as the conversation happens to me trying to think of anything that could make a difference.

Oh also yeah when they say horrible shit and your mind decides to go “here this is how their victims feel” that’s pretty fucking horrible too.

But if I get up or get upset or react strongly it’ll likely ruin any chance of me changing this person’s mind. Not that that chance existed in the first place.

Anyway, it isn’t difficult to see things from other people’s perspective but let me tell you I much prefer talking to psychopaths than delusional idiots.

I had a roommate who was full blown psychopath (and business major to boot lol) who, once he found out I could see things from his perspective, would debate politics with me in a completely candid manner. I once brought up “so you’d support slavery then?” And he deadass said “if it benefitted me then yes”

Fucked up, but the thing is, he’d listen to my arguments when they were logical. And he wasn’t sadistic, slightly narcissistic, but like he didn’t derive pleasure from other’s pain. Anyway the point is that when you talk to someone who is sane it doesn’t hurt even if they feel no empathy because you can start to understand why they think the way they do and it always feels like you can change their mind, and they don’t feel an active desire to hurt people.

Nazis typically aren’t that. Nazis are typically idiots who can’t face the real sources of pain in their life, so they direct their hatred of their lives and themselves to others. Same with manosphere incels, same with bigots of almost every kind. They want to hurt others, they want to break things, to be mad, because they’re hurt. But you can’t get them to see what they don’t want to see in the first place.

So you just feel bad for them, feel bad for others harmed by people like them, and hate yourself for feeling hatred for them because you get why they are doing it.

It isn’t fun and it’s not even fucking useful because it’s not like you being emotionally stressed out is helping anyone ever and you aren’t changing their minds.

Its a curse to feel irrationally compelled to talk to those who won’t listen because “maybe this time it’ll work” it doesn’t.

Edit: okay clearly I’m not in a very good place mentally right now, but I’m leaving this here. If anyone can relate, here’s some external reinforcement since you’ve likely said it to yourself and it doesn’t work: you do not need to feel compelled to feel bad for others constantly especially if it isn’t galvanizing you to take solid action to help. If your suffering stops you from functioning well enough to help anyone then it’s actually a bad thing to feel that empathy. So let yourself relax.

Bro I’ve been forgetting to set aside doses that I skip. So when I ran out of my last bottle two days ago I like actually ran out. And yeah turns out I have to make an appointment to get a refill. Have to call to make appointment.

Couldn’t call friday because I noticed after hours. Likely won’t be able to call tomorrow because I won’t be medicated.

Oh also I have an exam tomorrow that I planned to study for over the weekend but couldn’t. I low key want to curl up in a ball and die. But I can’t do that to my mechatronics teammates lol

Not against Esperanto but creating a “universal language”and then making it gendered seems a little stupid.

It’s not as bad as other languages on this front, but if I remember correctly there’s still no agreed-upon gender neutral singular pronoun in Esperanto is there?

Mi forgesis, ke mi lernis ĉi tiun lingvon.

My hair grows fast enough that if I wanted it to stay a specific style it’d need cut probably more than once a month. However, I typically just change the way I part it as it grows. It doesn’t look too bad at any stage, though I basically just slowly transition from looking like a fed to looking like the guys in the fourth Harry Potter movie lol.

It takes about 3-4 months for it to go from 2in on top to being annoyingly long. Probably closer to 5 for it to be like getting in my mouth when the wind blows.

And hey you can have long hair and still look “groomed” btw, just got to figure out how to style it right

Edit: I have straight hair btw with some but not a lot of natural volume. If I had curly hair I could likely let it grow longer without feeling the need to cut it.

Ah rip.

Fun fact I don’t think I meant to respond to your comment since you seem to have systems and are able to make tasks and reminders. Unfortunately I just read through all the comments and none of them sound familiar so I don’t know which comment I meant to respond to. Perhaps my reading comprehension is just terrible right now lol

Anyway, you seem to be on top of things, more so than myself so sorry for the misplaced suggestion.

Oh but you might like Obsidian if you want digital notes, and if you want to like remember trains of thoughts or ideas that you don’t have time for in the moment but think you’ll forget about. You can link notes so you can find the ideas later by remembering what the thought was related to instead of having to like organize the notes into folders (though you can do that too).

Get medicated! (This is not meant to be a demand just excitement because it was the solution for me) My siblings and mother can make massive amounts of lists and routines, and I never understood how they could plan things and remember to look at or follow the plans.

Then I got prescribed adderall. Guess who can make lists now…

Tbf it still takes effort but the executive dysfunction isn’t nearly as impassable as it was. Plus getting anxious makes me want to make lists now instead of making me too anxious to make lists lol

Fun fact, my grandfather worked on the Saturn V and, according to my father, got in an argument with Von Braun at least once

I mean not fun because of working with Nazis, but fun because it’s interesting history