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Some more than others.

Had a friend with a classmate named Anakin and he's still in all the school memes post-grad.

It does? I've never seen someone called Tino before.

I'll say it does get confusing though. A lot of people use "Tina" (which is short for my post-adoption legal name too, though only for spelling) and so when there's a "message for Tina" or "order up, Tina" when a food order is ready, everyone who is there stands up. Doesn't help that not only is there a Celestina (my birth mom), a Valentina (me, hence also being "Leni" to some people), and a Christina (the sweet kid who imprinted with me, like pseudomom status), but also a Clementina (grandmother) and an Augustina (great grandmother) and it was a pain, for example, sorting through paperwork when my maternal grandfather passed.

Ah yes, the song I hum at three in the morning while baking cookies.

Cleaning CD's, tapes, cameras, computers, cartridges, all the stuff you'd expect from a typical Blockbuster store.

That's not weird. Both my mom and me as well as a girl I help with are all Tinas (one Celestina, one Valentina, and one Christina).

Car washes. All those pretty lights and water effects are now replaced with an instant transition.

That's how old I am right now, and my mum (who was already retirement age when she adopted me) passed away a few months ago (dad, who was not elderly, passed away corresponding to the pandemic). Looking through our old belongings feels like peeking through a window at another lifetime. I'm becoming a quarter of a century old next month for both of us.

Or being a certain sect of it like I can be seen as.

The third one (and for most people it's probably it, in fact you could technically make the second one a subcategory of the third one, as narcissism is a condition of the mind, and no, professional analysis dismisses the idea I am a narcissist despite the fact many people seem born ready to leap to that conclusion based on the idea the room seems not to be read alongside some elements of pride I carry) brings up something that even as a technical neurotypical (depends on the definition) I don't get. If a social rule is so important, why does society keep it "unspoken"? I can't imagine God for example being like "well, these rules are important, but instead of giving you these rules on Mt. Sinai, I'm just going to have faith in you on this one" (going back to the narcissism part, I'd argue that to me, leaving it "to the norms" comes off as more what I would expect from a "narcissistic" individual, I guess Socrates isn't welcome in our society). Of course, the other things are not out of the question, and there's a bit of nuance omitted (it's where my experiences diverge from my BF's, in fact I phrased it with my BF in mind), but nothing deceptive,

True human connections

Phantom hatred. Imagine for a moment, someone is calm, consistent, and composed one moment. You then walk into the room and it's as if a curse causes the otherwise stoic individual to be overcome by a visible dislike for you. You examine yourself and can't pinpoint whatever about you could cause this, but it happens wherever you go. In short, something unknown and unexplainable about you causes people to act out of their principles in the worst way, like reverse charisma applied to mass hysteria. If a schoolteacher is lenient enough to only give detentions for big misdeeds, by this phenomenon, your luck finds yourself with a suspension. If you know an officer who is lenient enough to give only community service for things as major as vandalism, by this luck, imagine them giving you a few weeks in jail and all it can be chalked up to is this metaphorical voice that directs people into hating you. And yet not a single person lets their rationale be spoken aloud.