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Cake day: March 13th, 2026

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  • I have a Nokia dumb phone as my main phone, as in when leaving the house in case I need to contact family, or get a parcel locker code from text messages and so on. This results interesting moments…

    Normal would be when someone “demands” me to scan their QR code so I can follow their project or anything like that, sometimes these would be interesting like when they’re looking for volunteers at a local music festival and so on, but these people get absolutely stuck or even visibly angry, when I say that I can’t and show the Nokia brick. It’s pretty amusing. (And yeah, if they do get angry, I really won’t be bothering to contact then any way later on even if the stuff seemed cool at first.) Of course with scammers, like electricity or phone subscription sellers, this is quite handy. They won’t even bother me.

    Then in health care they want me to fill in these sympton or information forms on my mobile device while waiting. I tell them I can’t and show them my Nokia. Boy, they get STUCK. No, there are no paper forms. No, there are no devices to loan out. So they make me wait as normal and then in the appointment I gotta waste time explaining this again and then the doc/nurse asks me the forms’ questions one by one which wastes even more time. I’m pretty sure this would be issue with elder people too, but they have probably paid few million for those fancy online systems so they gotta use them.


  • When I was younger, absolutely. I loved drinking a big cup of coffee, then curling under a blanket and having a nice, 4-6 hours “nap” in the middle of the day… These days I can’t really do caffeine in any form, makes me jittery lol. Being very sober tho, which is great.


  • Lantsu@sopuli.xyztoAutism@lemmy.worldOr any neurodiversity
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    6 days ago

    Back in school, like secondary and high school, I used to drink to get my homework done and essays written in time. A sip between pages, or when it started to get hard to think. I quit drinking to smoke herbs and suddenly dropped out because I fell too far behind with all the essays, “weird.”

    When cleaning and organizing, no breaks. Break means I sit down until I head to bed, so the only option is to push until everything is done and/or I crash. Drinking plenty of water and not going to bathroom also helps, like “I can go to pee once I do this… Okay I forgot, but I can go once I get this other thing done… Oh, well after this…”

    Also blasting fast music helps, I can dance and daydream while getting stuff done without thinking too much. But that might backfire and cause me to zone out too, slip into the daydreams and dancing. But that’s good for my head too, so ehh.












  • Religions and doctors “vowing to protect life.” Especially religious doctors “vowing to protect life” even when the life means just pain and suffering that can’t be properly eased with pain meds either, because you know, the dying person might get addicted to the meds. That’s obviously worse.

    In my country, when an elder person is too sick and “ready to be euthanized”, they just stop giving them water and let them dry to death. It can take weeks. They do give some pain medication, but there is no way of knowing what amount is enough. You’d imagine that dying that way is pretty damn painful yet they don’t have a way of communicating that. But if they OD’ed, it would be murder so better let them suffer!

    But also, euthanizing animals is becoming more taboo too. Many pets live in pain, relying in “pet mobility carts” and medications. Antidepressants for cats, epilepsy meds for dogs… Vets prolong the suffering for money, for people who can’t accept facts and do the kind and right thing. Animals have no way of communicating about side-effects from medications. Endless rehoming is thought to be better than letting go.




  • I’d say the Scary Movie 3’s “everyone around you is dying” is better than what my parents did once our cat was old and put down. They lied that the neighbor had droven over him and he had suffered so they had taken the cat to the vet to be put down. I got to pet the dead cat before we all buried him in our garden. I held hatred towards the neighbor until I grew old enough to see through the lie…

    So I’d say that the petting, goodbyes and burial was good. But the lie was unnecessary. You can be pretty damn honest with kids, they like it because they’re always lied to… I loved adults who were honest with me and I see kids like me when I’m honest to them.