I know the feeling too well of not having a place to invite somebody to. But I always told myself that if it ever came down to it, I hopefully could convince the two halfbrained adults that call themselves my parents to behave for a few hours. But in the end it didn’t really matter because it never came down to it anyway.

A long while ago there was a post by a distressed young woman who struggled to enter relationships. I really connected with what she said but of course had no answer for her either. But what I’ve noticed is that all comments completely missed the point of the question.

I used a casino as a metaphor for dating which I think applies pretty well. Dating is essentialy that - no matter how much effort you put in, nothing is ever guaranteed or given, it all essentially comes down to luck.

What the vast majority of people hear when somebody is asking for dating advice is that they play the game but lack any success. They then give you advice on how to play your cards right, how to increase your chances, how to cut you losses, etc. But they don’t understand it’s not about how to win the table, but how to get into the casino in the first place. Not what to I tell the dealer at the table, but what do I tell the bouncer at the door?

It’s not about the rejection I’m facing, its about the fact that my mere approach is seen as an insult. It’s the audacity to ask to be included in something that is considered a normal part of life for others.

There’s a disorder, I forgot what it’s called but it makes people feel especially uneasy around psychopaths, even if the psychopaths themselves are extremely good at hiding their psychopathy. Basically those people can pick up on queues nobody else, not even the psychopaths themselves are aware of. This is essential how I and many others feel, like there’s something about us that we are unaware of but everybody else picks up on that tells them to keep their distance. Something that is outside of our control. We could have every trait that would make anybody other than us attractive, yet we would still end up being alone because at some point nature pointed her finger at us at said “Yes, but not you”.

Its 25-34.

I don’t want to tie any personal information to my lemmy account but let’s say I’m still in YouTubes biggest advertisment age bracket.

This is coming from somebody with zero medical background.

I can’t speak for why it is eyes and tears that are affected by sadness (maybe the proximity to the brain). But I assume the connection itself is neurological aided a lot by hormones. It also isn’t static, it can change over time.

I for example completely lost the ability to cry. No matter how fucked up the situation, how sad, how stressed I am I feel the pressure in my eyes but I can’t cry. Keyword being “lost”, it wasn’t always like that.

But then there are people that will literally cry at every possible occasion, not even connected to sadness in any way.

It always felt like between the ages of 12 - 18 (basically while you were in middle-/highschool) you need to get some sort of “seal of approval” from the other sex as a prove that you are relationship material. If you didn’t get that you’ll always be seen as somebody to stay away from.

I’ve heard a lot of times that those young relationships are completely inconsequential, but I think it’s those lack of consequences that serve best as a social teaching tool on how to recognize and have an actual meaningful relationship when you’re older.

And I feel like this experience is exactly what a lot of men and women are struggling to get. They have trouble finding partners and if they do they are not good partners themselves. Which is sort of a self fulfilling prophecy, you are deemed bad relationship material so you’ll become bad relationship material.

I recognized this about myself. At my age the only people left are either young divorcees, people with small children or people that are like me - single for a good reason. There will be expectations towards me that I’m neither aware of nor will probably be able to fulfill. Dating well below my age range is neither something I can pull off nor something that I am comfortable with. So I’m forever stuck in this weird limbo of wanting a relationship but knowing that whoever will be my first partner will probably not have a great time with me.

I think this is also the root of a lot of toxic behavior. People turn to sources of knowledge to at least get some idea about what an relationship is about. But all they find is the Cosmopolitans and the Andrew Tate’s who prey upon peoples’ loneliness and desperation for profit. I understand that nobody wants to be a teacher, I understand that nobody wants to throw away years of their life so that the next person will maybe have a better time with your partner.

Ali Wong had a good joke about this in her special with something along the lines off not wanting a divorce because then she’d have to teach the next guy how to please her. Taylor Tomilison also had one about wanting to call her ex during sex just so he could explain to the next guy how he did it for her. I know those are just jokes, but it think there is a bit of truth in them.

We could kiss each other on the mouth.

In either scenario, I’m more interested in where the matter you’re made of will come from:

• Either you go to the past and suddenly add additional atoms to the universe.
• All the atoms you’re made of will suddenly be taken from their origin to form you.
• You’ll be made from entirely new atoms created from pure energy meaning your arrival will cost ~6.75 Quintillion as in 10^18 Joules (I eyeballed the speed of light here so don’t @ me).

Come to think of it we already had driverless vehicles, they were called horses. A trained horse could probably get you back home safely even if you hapoen pass out on it. But it still wasn’t common practice to take a nap on a horse back.

The Computer doesn’t make me feel bad for my hobbies.
The Computer doesn’t question my life choices. The Computer doesn’t judge me on appearance. The Computer tells me if we have a problem right away. The Computer doesn’t cancel plans at the last second. The Computer is there for me if I need it. The Computer doesn’t forget what made it fun in the first place. The Computer doesn’t make me feel neglected.

Maybe if people would be a little nicer to each other we wouldn’t have to replace them with screens.

Alita Battle Angel was such a disappointment. After years of people telling me how good it was I finally caved in and watched it on Netflix. What an absolute statement to mediocrity that movie is.
Realistically, who was the target audience for this movie?
The narrative was all over the place. Even Christoph Walzs presence couldn’t save that movie. The most laughable part of movies like that is always people trying to escape the slums and systemic oppression but then the slums look 10 times better then most of our real world suburbs. People wearing quality clothing, kids playing games in the streets, big houses and apartments, advanced technologies and scifi medical care, markets with fresh food etc. and a few criminals roaming the streets at night, boo fucking hoo. Yet the story tries to sell me that this is the worst fate possible and the only way out is up to the riches. Also the main character is a bigger Marry Sue than Rey from Star Wars. I knew how the movie is going to end after the first 5 minutes. The only surprising part is that they are trying to stretch this pile of trash over multiple parts.
I also don’t understand the praise the animation received. Yes it’s well animated, but this isn’t 2008, where CGI was still in it’s infancy. It not looking like trash, would be at least expected - not something to loose tour marbles over.
Maybe next time Hollywood picks a Manga to turn into a movie, they should pick something with more substance. Edge of Tomorrow is prove that it can be done.

With women, bathroom talk. With the boys we always talk about shit and piss and crack each other up. But mention anything related to that around a girl, she’ll look at you as if you killed her dog.