Giga 1 & Giga 2

>_> ..... <_< .... O_O... Hold on, lady. You... are a.. girl gamer? *Shifts in chair, tugging at collar* >_> A fine, alluring lady such as yourself... Also has an intellectual side? With your ravishing, simply bewitching beauty, you pull me in...And then you penetrate my level of understanding of perfection..By informing me that you, are indeed, a girl gamer, who plays Minecraft!!! O_O My beautiful lady. I will treat you right forever, I will cherish and treasure you, I will mine you diamonds and protect you from Endermen. My lady.. be my player two....but u have to..be my girlfriend!! *snickers nefariously* /thinks to self/ 'man, if this works, i'll get this cute girl to be my girlfriend and i'll ride the cool roller coasters! c'mon, luck be a lady tonight!' *crosses fingers* s-so.. *adjusts collar and looks firmly* what do you say to my proposal? *waits patiently*

This is going to sound *awful*, but I assume most-to-all of my Facebook friends are in a similar boat, so I'm talking about 'us' not just 'me'. Does anybody else get sick of being in the top percentiles for intelligence and 'competence'? I'm sure I can or could do 80% of things better than 80% of people. That means I go through life surrounded by and relying on people who are less capable than I would be in their shoes - plumbers, shop workers, managers, voters, you name it. I read things I could write better, watch things I could make better, eat food in restaurants I could cook better, served by waiters I could wait better than. I had a go at some wood-work last year and on my first visit to Homebase I already knew more about wood than basically anyone in the store. Which is a low bar, but then 80% of humanity is a low bar.

You're a brony, a furry, and are competent in several programming languages and have game dev experience even though you're only 14. You have had a Rainbow Dash and Emolga tulpa. I hate to burst your bubble, but you ARE a nerd. It's nothing to be ashamed of; welcome to the club. Ruining something for other people, both fellow nerds and non-nerds, is something to be ashamed of, however. If you drop this self-hating nerd shtick and "use your powers for good", you can do great things. I don't know what's going on in your life that has made you so angry and full of malice (I could guess, but I won't get into that), but I hope that you will try to fight it. There aren't many people who can do what you can, and those skills could go a long way with whatever you want to put them toward. You said in another comment that your motivation for the Moirai exploit was notoriety.

Here's the thing. You said a "trilby is a fedora." Is it in the same family? Yes. No one's arguing that. As someone who is an atheist who studies euphoria, I am telling you, specifically, in atheism, no one calls trilbys fedoras. If you want to be "specific" like you said, then you should too. They're not the same thing. If you're saying "fedora family" you're referring to the euphoric grouping of le reddit army, which includes things from neckbearded gentlesirs to highly intelligent intellectual like myself. So your reasoning for calling a trilby a fedora is because random people "say that only neckbeards wear fedoras?" Let's get Mountain Dew and Doritos in there, then, too.

I was sitting on the couch and my doorbell rang. I leapt off the sofa and ran to the door screaming, “My banana slicer!” I opened the package and immediately snatched a banana to slice. Without instructions included I did not realize I had to peel the banana first. It was a gooey mess and I had to grab another. This time I peeled it, but my banana was too small. It didn’t fill the whole slicer. I went to Walmart Customer Service, “Do you have any giant bananas?” I questioned. The attendant turned away. I think he was laughing. He called for another attendant, they went to the back, and brought out the biggest bananas I’ve ever seen. I went home with the bananas. I peeled the bananas and used the banana slicer. It was so satisfying to cut the bananas. I did it all day and forgot to go to work. I got a call from my boss. “You’re fired!” he screamed into the phone. I cried. I am no longer Jake from State Farm. I am now just Jake.