I’ve never heard that before, but I do know that protestors aren’t very creative, which might be why they fail as much as they do.

Same here.

Monkeys.

There’s an example that occurred in reverse but is recent enough to be relevant. I have a friend (the same friend who a little bit ago a lot of people here scolded me for something I said to him two years ago) who had a birthday at the time (this was a year ago), and he mentioned how stressful birthdays were for him and that his family (who he stayed with due to his diagnosis) was abusive and never typically got him anything. I had no technological way to send anything, so I braved sending him fifty dollars (or was it a hundred) and sending it to him across the continent where he was. Eight days later, he opened it and said it was the best gift anyone ever gave him. I didn’t brag about it at the time like I might sometimes for things (not that I consider someone doing that a bad thing), but I felt like I had made someone’s world.

Meanwhile, his BF saw this. He has (or had) a BF who would often trying to change him to fit his (the BF’s) image, such as invalidating his DID and transgender identity (which everyone assumes is why he is interested in him), and the BF had a kind of reputation for not being a team player in any sense of the word. But he saw what I did and saw it as a challenge to his productivity. It wasn’t a week later when I was told he was pumping my friend hundreds of dollars to “top” me. I stood there silently as a bunch of money came pouring in for my friend, who was probably elated to have so much money now. He (the BF) probably thought these actions were overshadowing me, but all I could do is sit there and watch it all and, in Steve Urkel’s voice, think “did I do that”. If my friends are happy, that’s 99.9% of my work done.

It was your second sentence I had in mind when I asked.

You didn’t say “some”. Though I’m not sure what “smne” means, my dictionary doesn’t have that.

Probably the mark I have on my arm. It’s nothing spectacular, scars happen all the time… until you realize mine is in bruise form. Just a bruise chilling on my arm. I’m not even sure about the mechanism behind it. It doesn’t hurt and is just a mark, but people don’t realize scars aren’t just an exterior thing.

Or what if we had a limit of ten of each a day?

In that case, no good ones.

By original, do you mean an idea that was independently formed or an idea which formed before anyone else could think of it?

Taylor Swift was always technically popular but surged in popularity following a few events where she sang. For about a few months, that’s all anyone ever wanted to talk about, and there was even an infamous incident where mayhem was erupting in Canada while Justin Trudeau was at a Taylor Swift concert. In short, for those few months, she became one of those “overrated” people like we tend to think of Justin Bieber as.

Then came time for the Superbowl, and an unfortunate string of circumstances led to it being highly politicized (in the semifinals, the Buffalo Bills were cheated out of going to the Superbowl by referees who were biased towards the Kansas City Chiefs, and people were boycotting the Superbowl until the people there had the bright idea of having Donald Trump book a seat in order to boost ratings). Taylor Swift made an appearance at the Superbowl too, but the specific demographics of the Superbowl caused by the presidential gimmick they threw in ended up creating a crowd that disliked her and booed her, which in turn instantly popped the trend bubble. Which to be fair is unfair, she never asked for any of this and was just riding the wave so-to-speak until it came crashing down in an outburst of hate.

Why would they protest against the funerals of soldiers? That sounds like the most non-right-wing activity I can think of such a klan-esque group doing.

I mean, has anyone ever seen someone being openly Nazi?

After glancing at the Superbowl this year, the first person who comes to my mind as needing a hug is Taylor Swift. Would you agree or disagree?

I guess it would depend on what is considered a prerequisite. Those groups are best avoided whenever possible, but they know how to find themselves with people who join because they have to feed their families or something, and some join internally denouncing its worst aspects. By the same token, most people today (myself included) wouldn’t automatically consider Muslims to be a “bad group” even though the Quran is still pretty intolerant.

I mean, you and I are in a group. Are we bad people?

I can’t say I don’t relate in a way. It was unusual that people ever banded in my favor, and they still technically see me as the odd one out, just in a way where I’m at least good enough to defend under those circumstances (perhaps they were defending more than me, though I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth here, and I’m not saying any of this to throw shade). Before I lived where I do, I was in another area with a similar “town” environment but which was very openly selective, once literally caring enough about the school janitor to announce his retirement on the announcements but then do nothing when one of us had our life changed forever due to a car accident. I tend to find myself on the bad side of cliques because of how different I come across and could typically never count on community support. But then circumstances end up surprising everyone, and hard.

My own mother was shamed out of the her church mostly because people thought she was annoying

What church was this?

There are good and bad people in every group. Give love based on the individual.

Reflect at your own pace, not others’.

At my workplace, there is a line in one of the recent community letters which says “Marcus Aurelius valued input, but his decision was final.”

Supposedly the smell was something prehistoric people would flaunt. Mating in a lot of species is odor-based, and at one time, we were no exception. They did an experiment in an episode of a science program called Brink where they made a pheromone system that could be used to detect how related you were to a potential mate and found it successful. For us, they say, it just happens to gather in our armpits.

Whatever prehistoric people thought, nowadays we seem to dislike body odor and tend to favor filling the room with a mist of Old Spice.