I typically only replace my phones when they’re significantly worse than what a new, more modern phone would get me. So, that usually means when there are a bunch of new hardware features on the newer models or when the battery in my current phone is so old that it holds significantly less charge than it did when it was new.
That was a lie propagated by parrots.
If you see these and think, “I have no idea what those are, no cap,” you’re too young to be on the internet.
I’ve heard of the polar bear club and I totally get it (although they’re a little too extreme for me). The cold shock of relatively cool water when you’ve just come out of hot water is an exhilarating shock, almost like an adrenaline kick.
Not a coward. I just don’t think anarchists are smart people.
Absolutely not. I take cold showers in the summer all the time. I mean, they’re not super-cold, if that’s what you mean, but they’re relatively cool and designed to cool me off rather than warm me up (like the hot showers I take in the Winter months).
I don’t deal in oxymorons.
Does the first bite of a meal make the rest of the bites taste blander? Whatever your answer is, the same is true for this question you’ve posed.
Isn’t there a fairly robust body of research demonstrating a causal link between excessive social media use and increased anxiety at this point? Increased anxiety over a prolonged period of time can certainly cause depression, so I see it as a secondary effect.
Passion and Reason, by Richard and Bernice Lazarus. It’s a very accessible book about the connections between thoughts and emotions. Understanding what’s covered in it would save a lot of people a ton of confusion and social hardship in life.
🎵The internet is for porn.🎶
No, women need to understand how interesting the making of bike tires is.
Alan Moore lives in a castle and actively hates the world. He’s my role model.
This is an impossible question to answer with certainty for pretty much everyone. Maybe the extremely suicidal or the terminally ill, but likely not anyone else.
Death (and our perceived relationship to it) changes with our proximity to it. So, being existentially and emotionally prepared for death when you’re young is very different from when you’re old, and from when death is pretty much imminent. I would wager even people who report a high degree of confidence that they are prepared for their eventual death are less so (and likely much less so) when they are facing imminent death. I imagine the number of people who don’t experience fear when their death is imminent is actually quite low.
I have considered myself prepared for death for much of my adult life, but since sometime in my 30’s I have also accepted that I can’t predict my preparedness in the months-to-moments before I die. The existential threat of your existence ending is simply too dependent on its immediacy to be predicted with certainty ahead of time.
If either my girlfriend/wife or my mother asked me that question, I would refuse to answer and instead ask them why they were asking it. I’d explain that that’s a very nasty question to ask because it’s a loyalty test, even if they don’t mean it as one, and it puts me in a very awkward position—why would they want to do that? I’d ask them to consider how they’d feel if either their mother or spouse asked them that.
And if they didn’t immediately see my point, that would slightly lower my opinion of them, to be honest.
Spoken like a true (dumb) anarchist.
Whichever high-ranking person in the Venezuelan government agrees to give Trump and his oil barons everything they want.
If it’s misogynistic to make jokes about stereotypes about women’s verbal abuse tactics, is it misandrist to make jokes about men having small penises? Because I’ve seen plenty of small dick jokes on Lemmy and absolute crickets from you in response to them.
Very important story, inappropriate forum.