For me it was " I don’t struggle with understanding people’s emotions"

Then it was pointed out to me that I have spent years watching people and learning how they work.

Turns out people are my trains.

I honestly don’t understand that, I have always rounded up for money going out and down for money coming in. So if I see something priced at $3.25 my brain thinks $4, and if I earn $3.25 my brain thinks $3 dollars.

When I was a kid I went through the boxes that held all the family photos and threw away the ones of me, there is now very little physical evidence I existed at all up in till the mid 90s.

The way I avoided home work in the 80s was not do it and not care about the repercussion, though I did drop out at 16 and get my GED.

Go to church parking lots in early summer and put them in people’s back seats, you will have to take some zucchini out to make room though.

I’ve met more people who are proud sex workers then I have people who are proud fast food employees.

I think that perhaps you are letting your disgust for a person’s work color how you feel about the person. Do you feel the same about athletes and actors? They also “sell their bodies”.

Ok I worked at Walmart for 11 years does that mean my self worth is minimum wage? I don’t think so. My worth after I’m gone will be determined by the people who loved me and I honestly won’t care,what with me being dead and all.

If I thought I could make enough money from doing sex work your damn right I would and I would be more proud of that then my work at retail or a defense contractor or a member of the military.

Sex work is work and as long as everyone concents rock the fuck on.

When I had a Facebook page under job I put “Caprinae parasite detection specialist” which ment I stand around watching goats shit.

Hey felbane llm, should I get a face tattoo?

Yep but instead of “name something a woman keeps in her purse” it’s “write my legal document” or “is it ok to lick a lamp socket”

I explain it as asking 100 people to Google something and taking the most common answer.

I’m old enough that teachers referred to us as the “retarded kids” not to our face at least but when they thought we couldn’t hear them.

By us I meant the learning disabled.

Honestly I don’t remember, but I don’t really use anything else to fill out forms so I probably used my pc I did make him a Google account before setting up his Facebook, he does have a picture of himself but it was made by ai I just used his info from Facebook as the prompt.

I had an account but deleted it years ago, during covid my kids school put a lot of information on their Facebook account so I tried making a new account. Facebook told me there wasn’t enough proof I was real, so I made a fake account with a super common name, they were fine with that. So now I have a Facebook account that I occasionally use to repost sports articles,I have zero interest in sports but my guy seems to like them.

I’ve been answering the phone with “Bob’s dildo repair,Bob speaking” since before cell phones.

Caller ID has made things less interesting though, I still remember the sigh of disappointment when my first wife’s father called me the first time.

Fun fact I found out I’m an Autistic man with Bipolar disorder while in my 40s -50s so that could explain it.

Shirt, not pants.

Herpetologist are studying the sexlives of a rare snake, they flying adder. Dr Seymore Bird is quoted as saying “This sh*t is kinky”

Just give me rng on all but hosta, hosta can go get fucked.

I will admit I get enjoyment from guiding pseudo intelligent down the path of discovering that absolutely nothing is real and for as far as we are able to detect everything may as well be the fever dream of a turtle.

I’m a Nerodivergent geek, I had lots of people tell me “you will love this show” so I watched some and now I wonder how those people really see me. So that’s kinda fun.