My Friend’s Little Brother (non-verbal) Used To Hide People’s Shoes If He Liked The Person, Because

Odious Cryptobro Coworker is… slowly turning into a... not friend. Patient? I think he comes to me for a weird kind of therapy. Idk.

He’s the most transparently terrible man, a layer of empty-eyed greed and rightwing manosphere bullshit covering a surprisingly tormented sense of self entirely built on personal exceptionalism and continuous achievement, stable only as long as the numbers go up, creating a rift of disconnection with others and an unresolvable sense of discontent with himself. Smells of high-functioning autism tbh.

He’s trying to date to replace a 12 year relationship, but I genuinely think he may just be gay or asexual, and in profound denial. I don’t know.

When we hang out we discuss his various dates, and while he has a Girlfriend-Shaped Hole(TM), he (unsurprisingly) doesn’t seem to like women very much. He’s wealthy and conventionally attractive and has a taste for the BPD type (blonde, hot, and emotionally unstable), yet also, most of his dating attempts sort of die out around the 3rd date, when the women start expecting some kind of physical sign of affection and he’s just… not into that. He heavily prefers women who are cruel, ruthless, and unavailable for some reason.

He likes that I call him on his bullshit; sometimes I suspect he may be getting some kind of humiliation kink met.

Anyway, I’ve been having weekly restaurant dates with him for a while now. It feels weird. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? I always have a strangely excellent time but also expect every moment for this thing to turn sour.

(My husband and QPP know about him; QPP has started calling him my “little project”, husband calls him The Horrible Mr. Crypto, like he’s a supervillain.)

Remember it is a competition and you are here to win, you WILL be the faggiest person on the train

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What i have to say today is this:

I have noticed that I was so addicted to reddit that even now that I haven't used reddit in months, my fingers would still open a new tab and type reddit.com whenever i need dopamine.

It's only thanks to a site blocker extension that i catch myself and go, Woah there buddy, what are you doing, you're not supposed to do that

This addiction is ingrained so much in me that it's muscle memory now

girlthing as a word is so fucking gender. like "this... thing. i don't know. but whatever it is, i'm pretty sure she's a girl"

Rule

Lyrics that promised us the riches of heaven were written by the engineers of our own public hell.

-Sophiline Cheam Shapiro

From her essay, “Songs My Enemies Taught Me”

Sopheline Cheam Shapiro was 8 years old when the Khmer Rouge invaded Phnom Penh and took power in Cambodia. She is a classically trained Cambodian dancer and above she was writing about the propagandist lyrics sung in Cambodia, lyrics perpetuated by the Khmer Rouge. Those lyrics promised growth and prosperity and those promises turned out to be empty for Shapiro.

If you want to read more, PBS have interviewed and written about her:

Might as well post this here