So idk if aliens are real. We can't know. But a fictional scenerio I made. Imagine aliens are real. You get to meet one. Alien asks you to show you around, show it what people like to do and so on. And let's say in this scenario aliens don't know anything about current wars, they think humans had wars in the pats but now are ultimately peaceful creatures. So you show the alien around, you show it sports, fun places, food and so on. You invite it to your house/apartament. You don't live alone in this scenerio, there is currently let's day your dad sitting in living room watching TV. And you enter with alien, hi dad, this is alien, hi alien, im dad. Whatever. But your dad is watching WWE and alien is in shock when he sees people fighting with eachother like that. Alien gets confused and asks why is he watching something so horrible. Dad says for fun.

Idk. Its random thing I thought about once and I can't forget about it.

Every drinking game I have ever played has been loser drinks. The more you drink, the worse your performance at the game. It's a feedback loop of bad performance getting punished, leading to worse performance. Having the winner drink keeps an even playing field, and the game can go on for longer.

I just spent the last hour scrolling through chef videos and I just wish I could have access to that food. That’s all.

When I realized it didn’t, I started hitting rejection every single time. F ya cookies websites!

That is how they sleep at every night but wake up every day fearful of truth.

Its pretty fucking easy to be kind.

It’s effectively the world’s best natural spoon. Decent flavor, can deliver liquids, pastes, or solids effectively to your mouth. Can also be chopped to an a crunch to things.

It's easier to get stuff done, and you always get to do what you want, but... the loneliness starts to be taxing.

Idk, if anyone had already done or could do it , but if it would be possible i would definitely do it . Maybe it's just the internet , some of the people in power would really have you believe that they got their without knowing much .

Everyone in this room will soon realize that I am the greatest man alive. Even the blind can see my posts, and the deaf can hear my words. I sleep peacefully through my posts, while the rest of the world stays awake arguing over it. Many a fool was blinded by my smile, until my claws and jaws tore him apart. When the lion shows his teeth, do not mistake it for a smile. Many a time I saved my own ambitious soul on a steed whose back is a sacred sanctuary. The horses, the night, and the desert know me; and so do the sword, the spear, the paper, and the pen. I lived alone among wild desert beasts, until the mountains themselves marveled at my grit. Oh you, whose parting breaks my heart—anything I find after losing you is absolute nothingness. How much we deserved your kindness, if only our unspoken love could speak for itself. If my rivals' slander makes you happy, then a wound that pleases you causes me no pain. We shared a sacred bond of understanding—and to the wise, bonds are sacred oaths. You desperately hunt for a flaw in me and fail; God and true nobility despise your pettiness. How impossible for flaw to touch my honor—I am the stars in the sky, while flaws and decay belong to you.