Something that may come as surprising to folks whose needs and comfort levels are already catered to by the world around them, is that “coping” is exhausting.
There are a great many people who are perfectly capable of adjusting to certain situations, be it a matter of social interaction, or physical disability, medical conditions, or whatever the case may be. Through trial and error we have discovered tricks and methods that allow us to function in a society that wasn’t created with us in mind, and we’re very good at making it look like we’re getting along just fine.
But it’s tiring. Always, constantly having to be vigilant and on-guard while everyone around us takes everything in stride, and then no one understands why, at the end of the day, we shut down. Because we were able to “get by” throughout the day, suddenly our unwillingness or inability to cope is no longer valid.
It’s like carrying a 20 pound weight all fucking day long. Just because you can doesn’t mean you don’t need or deserve a break. And then when you finally put the weight down, everyone around you scolds you and chastises you, accuses you of being lazy, insists that you’re just “faking because it’s convenient.”
This is why it’s so fucking unbearable living in a home where everyone chooses to disregard your limits and your comfort levels. Family members will say, “I’m not going to cater to your needs, because the ~real world~ won’t cater to you and you need to get used to that.”
Consider: People who struggle and cope through everyday life are already painfully aware that the “real world” doesn’t give a fuck about us. This is why we develop coping strategies that allow us to function. This is why when we finally come home, when we are FINALLY through with the “real world” for the day, we just want some goddamn compassion. We just want the people we live with to place value on our needs, comfort levels, and limitations. We want the people who say they love us to demonstrate that love through doing whatever small thing they can do to ensure that when we’re in the comfort of our own homes, we can actually be comfortable instead of having to continue carrying around that weight that we’ve been forced to hold up all. day. long.
If your Christianity is defined by who you hate, it’s not Christianity
“Whoever says, “I love God,” but hates his brother is a liar. The one who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love the God whom he has not seen.” –
1 John 4:19-20
“He who said he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness.” –
1 John 2:8-11
“Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.” –
1 John 3:14-15
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You must not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the children of your people, but you must love your neighbor as yourself” – Leviticus 19:17-18
“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” – Proverbs 10:12
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loves is born of God, and knows God.” – 1 John 4:7
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” –
Ephesians 4:31
Says who? Says the bible, my friend.
25 Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. ‘Teacher,’ he said, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ 26He said to him, ‘What is written in the law? What do you read there?’ 27He answered, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbour as yourself.’ 28And he said to him, ‘You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.’
29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, ‘And who is my neighbour?’ 30Jesus replied, ‘A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33But a Samaritan while travelling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, “Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.” 36Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?’ 37He said, ‘The one who showed him mercy.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go and do likewise.’
Let us remember, when reading this passage, that the very idea that a Samaritan could have been “good” would have been scoffed at by Jesus’ original audience. The Samaritans were what remained of the Northern Kingdom of Israel after it had been conquered and its people enslaved and the important people carried off into exile and replaced by settlers from other parts of the Assyrian Empire. (Unlike the Southern Kingdom of Judah, nobody returned from exile.) They technically worshiped the same God, but on Mount Samaria, instead of Mount Zion, and they only accepted the first five books of the Bible as scripture, and you know how a lot of times people are more upset by someone who disagrees with them who is sort of like them than they are by someone who is just completely different? Yeah. In those days, Jewish people and Samaritans REALLY did not like one another. They did not drink from the same wells. They did not speak to one another. If Jewish people in Jesus’ day hated anybody, they hated Samaritans and Romans.
So this guy comes up to Jesus, and asks what he should do to inherit life.
And Jesus gives a quite clear, simple, straighforward answer: Love. Love God, and love your neighbor.
And the guy tries to weasel out of it, by asking for a definition for “neighbor.”
So Jesus tells a story in which the good guy is a Samaritan (knowing just how much bad blood there was), and says “him. He’s your neighbor, and you should totally follow his example, because EVERY HUMAN BEING EVER IS YOUR NEIGHBOR AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM, YOU HATEFUL MORON.”
Says who? Says Jesus.
I try not to post about religion very often, but these posts were just Too Good to not reblog u_u
Sure, you could commit a massacre, if all your friends came equipped with guns, musket balls, a horn of gunpowder each, and ramrods. Then, if they were all properly trained and drilled, they could form a cascade formation and fire in a line then kneel and reload while the line behind them fired. If you could coordinate that and hold rank while people tried to attack you, you could probably kill a bunch of people at 100 yards with somewhat reasonable accuracy. Totally the same as an AR-15, which can fire 180 rounds a minute at 500 yard accuracy and shoots bullets at three times the velocity of a handgun’s bullets and can liquidate organs and disintegrate bones on contact.
Also, muskets in the 18th century were extremely expensive, and most historians have come to the conclusion that very few households owned even one that was in working order. It was “possible to own many guns” only if you were extremely wealthy. This anon thinks the founders should have been thinking about a scenario in which a bunch of farmers were gonna get together with their non-existent muskets, and slaughter a few people for fun?
And not that it really matters anymore, but there’s literally nothing in the second amendment that says you can’t ban specific kinds of guns. The idea that “the right to bear arms” means there’s a constitutional right for individuals to own any type of firearm is the product of years of NRA propaganda.
That first point is another overlooked historical context: guns weren’t mass produced. If you wanted 50 guns, you had to have the money to hire a gunsmith and have him only work for you for years. You can now amass that arsenal in one trip to a gun show.
Concept: a video game where the protagonist has the ability to travel between a sword-and-sorcery fantasy setting and the corresponding present-day coffee shop AU, and events in each world are translated into contextually similar events in the other.
All of your items and special abilities have both a sword-and-sorcery effect and a coffee shop AU effect, like an MP-restoring potion translates into a can of energy drink or whatever. The ability to cast a lightning bolt spell becomes the ability to deliver a devastating verbal quip.
Your magical companion is a helpful fairy in the sword-and-sorcery world, and an AI that lives in your smartphone in the coffee shop AU world.
There are puzzles that are initially impossible in one world, but can be manipulated into a solvable configuration by arranging events in the other.
The Big Bad is a world-devouring dragon in the sword-and-sorcery world and a gentrifying real estate developer in the coffee shop AU world, and you can win the game by defeating him in either context (with a bonus “true ending” for pulling off both victory conditions in a single playthrough, naturally).
“All TAZ arcs are secretly connected” bad ending: each of the new stories ends with the IPRE crew arriving and the Hunger following behind
“All TAZ arcs are secretly connected” good ending: we have little cameos and nods to interplanar connections in each new story, like the Commitment crew buying tacos from a guy named Joaquin
“All TAZ arcs are secretly connected” true ending: Garfield the Deals Warlock appears in every single campaign with no explanation
just moving along like everyone else 