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I promise I'll stop complaining about this soon but.

I just saw someone quote a straightforward rule in a card game, get confused, and then read off a completely different rule in a completely different card game to justify their (nonsensical) understanding of the rule.

Good grief.

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AU where instead of killing Lady, Ned Stark shoos her away and secretly buys the pelt of a random wolf from a trapper.

It's not like either Cersei or Joffrey know what she looks like, as long as it's about the same color they'll take his word for it.

Lady runs off and joins Nymeria and they terrorize the Freys together.

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"Why is my mother suddenly emailing me a whole bunch after months of silence? (checks calendar) (does some quick year math) Oh it would've been a milestone birthday for her brother this week."

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I mean, don't get me wrong, the next time I see my mother will be at her funeral. And I would only attend that because some of my stuff is at my parents' house and I still want it back.

And I still feel more sorry for myself, especially the self I was when I had to live with her and deal with her abuse day in and day out.

But the older I get, the further away I grow from the abuse, the more I find my mother frankly... pathetic and sad.

This was a grown adult who was so stuck in her own trauma and self-loathing, so against even the idea of changing herself, that she convinced herself that she was Happy! With! Her! Life!

And that belief was so fragile that if I so much as expressed a small amount of joy she had to squash it. Because me being happy for even thirty seconds would bring down the weight of her own misery all at once and remind her: you're not happy, you have never been happy.

I had to be miserable, just like her. But then, if I was miserable and I admitted to being miserable, that was bad too. Because if I acted like her but said I was miserable, then that meant she was miserable too, and she couldn't admit that.

I had to be miserable and pretend that was happiness.

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My two cents on the "kids and screentime" thing:

My family owned a PC since before I was born and I learned how to use a mouse at the age of two (playing Catz, if you're curious).

When I was 8, playing an hour of a video game per week was something I did. In between going outside to run/ride around, doing cartwheels and dancing in the apartment, playing with Legos and stuffed animals and all sorts of kits, reading books, painting and drawing and doing all sorts of weird crafts, and three dozen other hobbies I had.

By the time I was 18, my mother had either taken away my ability to do my hobbies (by literally getting rid of the stuff) or made it so painful to continue doing them (such as by constantly punishing me for doing them) that I stopped "by my own choice". So I stopped, and spent most of my free time in front of a screen.

The problem wasn't the screen. The problem was that my mother made it impossible for me to do anything else.

And if you're going to complain about kids spending too much time in front of a screen, I'm going to wonder if you, like my mother, are making it too hard for them to have any other hobbies.

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I hate everything right now because I'm in pain, but I especially hate the pain scale.

Because if you ask me to rate my pain right now, I'm like eh, five or so? That seems reasonable.

But looking at the functional pain scale I'm at a solid eight.

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( I just want some accommodations while I wait for OT... )

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https://www.webmd.com/pain-management/news/20150914/chronic-pain-adhd

Florble? Bluh? What?

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Either I'm having delusions of grandeur again or Amazon is low-key stalking my internet usage and strategically lowering their prices to get me to buy stuff.

I think the odds are 50-50 in this case.