I'm the opposite actually. My instinctive reaction to abuse is to try to appease, and not having the person I'm talking to in front of me to gauge how they're feeling has a tendency to drive me nuts. If I can't look at someone's face while I'm communicating with them my brain immediately assumes they hate me. I'll go through everything I wrote looking for the most cruel interpretation of my own words I can come up with and think about it so much I'll start wondering if that isn't what I actually meant.

That's the excuse, yes

Hate to break it to you but the same is true in France. Media coverage here has focused almost exclusively on small shops being looted. The human brain has a much easier time focusing on individual tragedies rather than systemic issues, and the government and its cronies (and the local versions of fox news) are taking full advantage of that bias.

Because Giger.

I'm from NYC, I've never needed a car.

I'm like the only person I know without a license though.

They've been feeling like that already, they don't need anyone to confront them to feel miserable. It's because they're miserable people that they do the shit they do.

Dragon quest 7

I've actually been playing a video game with a translation that confuses east and west a lot, and because I've never had that problem it's been making me feel like I'm losing my mind.

Never have, it would never occur to me to doubt that I already know. My assumption is that if you've ever needed to, you always will. I'm that way with the alphabet or months, I need to whisper the entire alphabet to myself to figure out which letter comes after q, same idea to figure out whether august is the 7th or 8th or 9th month. I assume we probably all have mental blind spots of one kind of another.

Edit: unrelated, but did you know that September, October, November and December are so named because they were originally the 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th months? Would've really helped me out if we stuck to that calendar...

Dry goji berries taste like ass and everyone knows it.

To be fair, it's about how I'd imagine inspector Clouseau pronouncing 'pussy', so it tracks

I'm torn, should I watch the Elon Musk or the Elizabeth Holmes doc first? So many inflated egos to rubberneck at!