I don’t read as much as many people strive to, and that’s by design. Growing up, books were all the rage, and in some ways still are. Reading one book a week was the kind of thing people bragged about. There’s like this aura to books where people think they’re these precious things which at most can be “imperfect” (cue flashbacks of school book report assignments), and what they don’t tell you is how prone to being junk they can be depending on who someone is. How does someone think something like, say, the complete L Ron Hubbard collection is going to influence the experience? I read to map out the rabbit hole, not just because words exist, though the medium doesn’t matter.

Was it through streaming, cable, or some other digital thing?

I don’t see advertising as straying away from being a sub-conversation of intellectual property. If a service emphasizes its usage, I’m either going to honor it all the way through or switch to an alternate medium.

In some ways I feel like I’m already going through something like that.

You will never see ads skipped through where I am. What’s the issue with them?

I turn a quarter of a century old.

My birthday.

Then I guess the answer would be the time recently me and my friends lost a certain election.

I’m not sure if I would qualify as the demographic you seem to anticipate. I am an ethnic Pacific Islander with a Kiwi accent currently in Vermont whose family comes from a place with what may be referred to as an English pidgin, and I’m told a combination of hypergraphia, selective mutism, and overall neurodivergence affects the linguistic experience as well. I would probably hold the title for the person with the worst communicative experiences here, yet at the same time might be able to bestow some help upon you, if that’s alright with you.

How would a loser be defined here?

Ahsoka Tano.

All I need is my warm clothing and a place to be snug.

You say that like they don’t.

During pre-colonial times, the French and the British went over to America. Their domains overlapped on the Canadian border where the Iroquois nation (actual emphasis on “nation”) lived, and a three way war began between the three nations, since the British wanted to spread itself (because did you expect anything else from them) and the French were trying to establish outposts while the Iroquois didn’t like intrusion on what it considered to be a neat system it built, even though they didn’t have as much issue with the actual missions.

The Iroquois, believe it or not, were champion warriors and pretty much wiping the floor against both of them until thirteen of the twenty colonies (yes, there were twenty colonies, not thirteen) started to rise up, and the British sided with the natives they realized were the powerhouse they were. The only issue is those natives were still susceptible to internal strife which allowed the to-be United States to win and take Upstate New York (which was the Iroquois homeland, and yes, the border between the conquered parts of New York and the parts that were in the state precolonially would objectively be the most correct line to mark where Downstate officially ends) and Vermont (which was claimed by the Iroquois but never formal territory). The British, having lost, left the area and gave the natives the cold shoulder because the natives were still viewed as barbarians, even up to the establishment of the league of nations hundreds of years later where those natives were denied membership (since the Iroquois rump state in exile still exists).

Of note, I really shouldn’t be calling them the Iroquois (their name was the Haudenosaunee), Iroqu was the Algonquin word for “serpent” (the Algonquins were like the Russia to the Haudenosaunee’s Ukraine) and was a slur the French unknowingly picked up and popularized/coined, but very few people would connect the dots if I just referred to them as the Haudenosaunee.

Four bedrooms, one bedroom with just my bed and three bedrooms with two beds each, and two bathrooms, one with a toilet and a washer and one with a toilet and a shower.

The habit of people to skip any or all nuance in assessing a situation because it’s “more palatable”.

A good example of this is familial relations. Family is more than just “parent”, “child”, “sibling”, “friend”, and/or “spouse”, you could have grey areas where something would come off as not quite one thing or another thing. Age-gap siblings can develop into having an aunt or uncle who is younger than you, or you might be older than your step-parent, or you might manifest a relationship in a way that contains some aspects of a friendship, etc. But there are people who don’t want to hear any of the buts about it, they just want a one word answer.

I didn’t know my family was toxic until the death of my mother, who I figure was either keeping a family with a lot of potential for division from breaking apart, or, through her death, caused the family to crack when emotions surrounding her death were at their worst. My six older siblings, who are technically a different family because they were adopted by our adoptive father (also deceased) while I was adopted by my adoptive mother (who married said adoptive father in year two of my childhood, making them my step-siblings, though they’re all also my full birth siblings, but that is an afterthought in a way), ended up forming a peer pressure pact which forced them all to not like me, manifesting as failing to frame me (possibly not planned) before ghosting me entirely, though ironically their foster kids still talk to me as they’re young and plentiful.

In my approach to it, I’d argue something like this. A misdeed done by a human does not have any infinite qualities because we’re not capable of that, so what am I supposed to feel if I issue a ban that does? Unless a ban occurs according to conditions which exist on behalf of someone higher than me, I never “permaban” anyone from anywhere without intention of unbanning them under certain conditions. No clockwork runs on “unconditional” aspects.

Yes, he was the popular boy in my class, a new kid (at the time the relationship started) whose family is Malagasy (like me, except my family is Kiwi, and I have always been the unpopular girl). Our relationship started as a joke (and we probably would’ve never sought each other out ourselves, me being aceflux and him genderfluid), but the joke forgot its identity and it became serious. I’ve grown to feel special as a girlfriend, it’s like having a counterpart that makes up for all your shortcomings.

I cheated on my final exams, I wouldn’t change a thing about that.