Stick a cross in it and the transformation is complete.

As someone who lives three borders away from Ukraine, I beg to fucking differ, my friend 🫠

My stupid brain read you comment in the “when will you wear wigs” voice. Urgh. I need to go to bed.

Cool, but the quote is still giving me a stroke.

I think you are entirely missing the point of the fable.

She probably thought she should only make this hairdo once as the universe cannot handle this much awesomeness too often.

Chris Rock must have been high as a kite when he said that then.

That or I’m having a stroke while reading it.

I’m dealing with such a moment right now and reading random threads on this sub helps. Legit panicking inside and hate myself so much. The irony is that it was just a normal conversation with a few disagreements and rationally, I can see that that was all it was, but emotionally I’m like “this person will never talk to you again” and “you’re such a PoS. Why don’t you just stay quiet like we agreed, you moron? Everytime you open your mouth you insert your foot in there and you know it.”

Disclaimer: not diagnosed. Just have a lot of things in common with ADHDers and enjoy reading peoples thoughts and feelings and see where I can relate or where I can’t relate.

Den er jeg med på. 👍

It sucks because black metal has become one of my favourite subgenres in metal. I absolutely love how there is this reoccurring theme of worshipping nature in all her beauty and brutality. It is so sick.

I stayed away from black metal entirely in my teens back in the 2000s because of all the scary rumors, but began listening to some of it during the pandemic. I was in this music exploration phase and black metal totally blew my mind. It is genuinely one of the most beautiful subgenres in metal.

And yes, there are nazis and Satanists and so on in this subgenre, but black metal was also built by and for edgelords originally. The amount of snarky gatekeepers and contrarianism that went on at the birth of Norwegian black metal is so beyond cringe that when I finally sat down and read up on the history, I had several times where I felt secondhand embarrassment for everyone involved.

The types of people who are attracted to the original philosophy of black metal tend to also be very immature types who seek shocking and repulsive behaviors to have people around them react. The fact that they, among many other things, attach themselves to nazisism is just a symptom of the edgelord mindset where everything is done to one-up and shock others. It is so pathetic.

Meanwhile there are also many normal people who just want to make awesome art and black metal is a way for them to be killer fucking poets/musicians while looking and sounding like rotting corpses.

I have a few artists and bands I listen to and love for their songs about nature or mental health. Psychonaut4, Lustre, Blackbraid, Advent Sorrow, Nargaroth, Thy Light and Agalloch are some of my go-to artists when I’m in my BM corner.

I always bring this one up, because I cannot help it, but one of my favourite lyrics of all times is from Agalloch’s In the Shadow of Our Pale Companion:

Here at the edge of this world

Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone

If this grand panorama before me is what you call God

Then God is not dead

🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

I hate the “read” function more in different messaging services. And when they show when you and others are online.

Personally, I don’t care for any of that shit, but in the past I have had people letting me know that they knew I was online and they knew I had read their message and why hadn’t I replied to them yet, hmm???

That shit can fuck all the way off. I need to be in the right headspace to reply to messages. It would be a full time fucking job if I had to sit and reply to people all day when they wanted me to. I don’t expect people to reply to me immediately either. I know people have lives that take up their time. I’m not their first priority and I don’t kid myself into thinking I’m entitled to be.

Would appreciate the same respect in return.

It isn’t for me, tbf, but I’m glad if you enjoy it 🤗

My German teacher traumatized me with Christiane F when I was 15. Not like I wanted to try anything before then, but that movie fucked me up lol. Same teacher had a mental breakdown when they found out one of my schoolmates had been secretly sniffing lighter gas in her room for months. I will never forget the heartbroken face of my teacher. I always think of her whenever drugs come up in any context. I just can’t do that to her.

Yeah sorry about my armchair philosophizing on this lovely Sunday evening or morning depending on where in the world you are right now.

I think the most frustrating thing about attempting to live by this balanced philosophy is that nothing is ever balanced for long. As a perfectionist, this is probably gonna be the most challenging lesson in my life, personally, but at the same time, it does keep life interesting.

Art = scaring parents for centuries.

My dad was also convinced that my group of friends would get me into drugs which is fucking hilarious. I tried so many times to explain to him and my mom that my friends were all socially awkward nerds who unironically did Naruto runs when no one was looking. We were cringe as fuck and most of us were former bully victims who lived sheltered lives and and just really liked watching animated movies and shows. Many of us had never really had friends before either, so having interests to bond over was pretty cool.

But because we also dressed in black, some dying their hair in crazy colors and we listened to metal, we had to be criminals. I am in my mid 30s now, still listen to metal and I have yet to do drugs and violent crimes. Any day now, though!

Not diagnosed with ADHD, but yes. Very, very relatable, haha.

I dunno what to tell you but women can be nazis too.

Besides, every hobby has assholes in it. But because there are a few pieces of shit in metal, doesn’t mean all of metal is racist or sexist. That’s like saying people who like science fiction are nazis and misogynist because Wernher von Braun wrote Project Mars.

And last I checked, metal didn’t embrace nazis. There are fringe nazi sympathizers in metal, but metal as a whole is repulsed by nazisism. They just can’t control what some people do. Just like how punk can’t control of there are a few nazi punk bands out there no matter how much they try to reject them.

It genuinely pisses me off how such a small group of assholes can get so many people to act like metal as a whole is racist. It was no different back in the 2000s where my parents also wanted me to stop listening to it because my dad found one article about a guy who beat up his girlfriend and he apparently liked Metallica.

This is the blaming video games for school shooters argument all over again. And back then, metal was blamed for that too.

I don’t know where this is coming from because I grew up in the era of Marilyn Manson, the Murderdolls and Dir En Grey (etc.) Where gender was some fluid shit and everybody vibed with it.

Even though I don’t like them, I also remember Rammstein playing around with gender expression.

Overall, my personal experience with metal since teenhood in the 2000s is that metalheads are extremely chill and open minded and the bigots are some fringe groups here and there that nobody likes to talk to anyways.

Metal was about challenging the status quo and trigger the sensitive puritans who wanted everybody to conform one way of living and being. Most metaheads and metal artists were social rejects who didn’t fit in and weren’t accepted and they rebelled against the social structure at the time for that very reason. A couple of examples of the artistic expression in metal at the time:

Pretty sure Manson even brought on a trans icon in his video for The Dope Show which itself was a critique of the creative industry and how it uses and abuses people and forces them to be someone they aren’t.

Lol, your comment reminded me of when I got to confirmation age and I was the only one in my class who chose to not get confirmated. The priest would come to me in class a few times to convince me to join in on Bible studies and I asked him several questions that pissed him off enough to leave me alone. One of them was: do you believe in Satan?

And he said no.

And I said: do you believe in Jesus?

And he said yes.

“How can you believe in one and not the other when they are part of the same religion?”

Only said in a 13 year old way of speaking so probably a lot more clunky. Anyway, I kept pushing him to admit that if he believes in the good he also must believe in the evil because they belong together and one without the other is just lying to yourself and making yourself vulnerable to evil - but again, in a 13 year old clunky way of saying it.

He got mad and never spoke a word to me again.

I still believe in this sentiment even though I’m not religious. I am painfully aware of the evil inside of me and how I must be observant and aware of how I affect the world and how the world affects me. If I turn a blind eye to evil, I will open myself up to it. That is how people end up in cults and I know I have a high chance of becoming one of those, so there’s a lot of talks in the mirror and reflections on my own behavior.

13 year old me was nowhere close to understanding the complexities of the conversation I was trying to have with the priest back then, I just wanted him to not be a hypocrite and admit that if he believes in God he also must believe in the devil even if he disagrees with his teachings. You cannot be good if you ignore evil.

This one always makes me laugh because I have known guys like him with that exact smug look on their face and similar worldviews and none of them had their lives together.

Yeah, I could never say if you’re right or wrong, but yeah. I want there to be a reason and not for it to have been an owner who just wanted to get rid of their dog, so I’ll think it was parvo from now on.

As for the vets in that clinic, they were very nice people. The one who euthanized the dog was an incredibly nice and empathetic man and he took me under his wing all week while the other was a hardcore surgeon and he was utterly hilarious and very intimidating. Which is a great combo, I suppose. I have no doubt these guys cared about the animals they took care of.

My best experience was probably the big operation on an elderly dog with a huge tumor that grew out of the spleen. It legit looked like the tumor was a grey, smooth rock and the spleen was a shriveled slug sitting on top of it. It was incredible witnessing them work on the dog and it took such a long time. Afterwards the intimidating vet took me out to the sink and cut the tumor in half and left me look at it inside. It was one of the ugliest things I had seen. Just all grey and hard and alien and the smell of it was something I have never smelled since. I can best describe it as a cold smell. I dunno.

I was tasked with babysitting the dog after it woke up from surgery. He was so scared and confused and kept snuggling up into my arms despite being a fully grown lab. I made sure he ate some food and got something to drink, but he kept ending up snuggling up against me and wanting kisses and hugs. It felt like i was comforting a little child who was crying. He was such a sweet dog. He was 9 years old and was named Rico. The family that owned him had a bunch of kids and I understood why they had decided to spend all that money to save him instead of putting him down because he was too precious. He was so loved. That tumor was huge. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to carry that around in his body.

Anyways, I loved that dog even though I only got to spend a day with him where for most of it he was unconscious and split open like a hotdog, lol. I legit got to see all of his insides because the tumor was so big, they had to cut him open all the way. They poured water into him before closing him back up and holy shit, so many layers of tissue and skin to sow before calling it a job done. If it wasn’t for the euthanasia of the puppy, then the operation of Rico, would probably have convinced me to become a vet.