Of course, they'll be able to do tremendous amounts of irreparable damage to society.
Kyrgizion
The amounts of copium in this thread are extinction-level.
Everything you just said is 100% valid and you are simply correct.
The thing is, it's not a measure of a healthy mind to thrive in a profoundly sick society where the worst of the worst have won long ago.
There's this thing called depressive realism which posits that depressed people, by and large, perceive reality much closer to how it really is than neurotypical people.
Essentially, "normal" people have an (innate or learned) positivity bias. Which is usually a good thing. People like us are the outliers.
But positivity bias in a world where it's actually harmful is another thing. The majority of people are walking headlong into their own extinction while going "Ehh, it's not so bad", while we should ALL be positively irate and picketing the homes (not companies) of our owner class 24/7.
But it hasn't happened yet and at this point I don't know how bad things need to get before people realize what's going on.
Touché.
I meant clearly easily attainable by others. If I start comparing myself to them, well, it's like comparing a '97 Pinto vs a 2022 EV.
Something tells me he'll be just fine regardless.
I will, thanks! No matter how long it takes, I will never give up on him.
So this is what they spent development time on rather than gameplay and story. Figures.
Ugh, that site has phone cancer.
A "good" thing from a bad thing: my 6 year old computer monitor decided to croak today. As it's currently black friday deals, I managed to order a new one fairly cheap-o.
That's the approach we're trying to take. He has a psych appointment today as well. I only hope he "gets" it before he does something really damaging.
Apart from that I constantly offer to hang out, play games with him or whatnot (he used to love playing Subnautica together) but nothing seems to interest him at all. As someone who also suffered a lot at that age, it pains me so much to seem him go through similar and getting thrown so many helplines and not taking a single one. I would've moved heaven & earth back then for even one of them.
People with depression often fall into this trap. You set a standard you can’t possibly reach and then get upset you aren’t reaching said impossible standard.
Nah, plenty of us set teeny, tiny, attainable goals and then still consistently fail to reach them for decades. It's called being totally inept or an idiot. Unfortunately there's no cure except switft application of lead suppositories.
Whoever wrote that was spot on though. Source: not a rooster but I have been called a cock before.