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In general, I think it's used to turn the abused person into the guilty party. Excepting the cases where gaslighting is being used to confuse the person about why they're hurt it usually comes from a place of not understanding. Which is forgiveable. But choosing not to learn (or stop doing) whatever is hurting them isn't. Any time a person says "you're too sensitive" they just look a stupid, selfish jackass.

A coworker asks what you're bringing to the potluck. What's the worst response?

As the owner of a wordpress.org website, which I host myself, and use for personal blogging, how can I get an email anytime anyone posts to my blog?

It's barely noon and I'm ready for bed.

People that take too much require an exhausting amount of energy to defend against. By the time I'm done protecting myself, they've usually got what they want anyway, it sometimes feels like there's no point

Group living/school situation, I'm older than them so not very conerned, but they're all very preppy and cliquey. There's a smaller group wearing suit and tie that all sit together. At one point I'm on the "welcome aboard" video motioning with my head to my mom to come inside the store. Kids are laughing. One mentions my "tunic" (hoodie?) and I make fun of her because I'm standing right behind her and she didn't know what to call it. Then I'm in my underwear looking for pants. I find a friend. Someone is getting blood or plasma drawn, there's so much of it in a tube. A steam machine in the gym pumps tubes full of petroleum jelly.

In a fight, represented by a 2D grid of icons, like Candy Crush, I happened on a combination of potions which kept combining into more powerful potions, getting more and more powerful, until the game began spoiling its own ending. Potion, to person, to spell, to space station, the icon kept getting more powerful until I could see what the endgame looked like. I was excited but dismayed

Intent is to remember years later what specific tasks I had, even if I've left the company and no longer have access to my files. It's been very useful during interviews when asked about details of what I did, and in conversation with friends who want to know what my day to day is like. I've learned that this journal has to be kept in a personal space so that I won't lose access to it during layoffs, for example. Do you have any similar habits? What are your policies?

Personally I'm looking forward to a sober holiday season. I'm white knuckling it. But already leagues above where I'd be if I were still in it. So I'm grateful and looking forward to a happy season. What about you

Me: there's a fire in my house! Please abolish it!

Fireman: Ok, we're ready! What are you going to replace it with?

Me: what

Fireman: The fire. What are you going to replace it with? Fire has a purpose, you know, you can't just remove it. The combustion that powers your car engine, that's fire. And the fire in my woodstove heats my house and keeps my family warm. Fire is doing what it's supposed to be doing, and in the correct place, at the correct time.

Me: It's destroying my home. Please abolish it.

Fireman: Do you even know what fire is LOL fire is the rapid oxidation of a material in a self-sustaining chemical reaction, do you REALLY think you can just abolish that? Do you even know what you're talking about?

Me: I'm fine with it existing just not in my house right now.

House: destroyed

Fireman: Why didn't you give me a valid replacement??? We could have helped you.

I was excited to see her finally use her ability, but she just floated around inside the back of the car with a dagger in her hand while music played. It was disappointing. Everyone else was hyped

Later there was a big black panther who loved me and wanted to play. He was like a big puppy. I was terrified.

A mouse creature trapped under some branches? or rocks? that we wanted to catch. The guy in charge was covered with caustic black ink; he pointed to one of the jets to warn me that the mouse was dangerous.

1. Create a windy, snowy coal mine
2. now set it on fire lol

They were chanting at me "your brother is dead" but I knew they were lying, I woke up making fun of them to their faces. "Oh noooo" dramatically, like I was calling them on their bullshit. Awful start to the day.