I imagined a dyscalculic child, who isn't getting any help or support in learning math, nobody understands that they just don't get it...
Nobody understands that the child tries to solve math problems by making up stories about the numbers and operational symbols, fascinating, beautiful mythical or fairy-tale stories, and "drawing" the ending of the stories where the solutions should go.
Every math problem is a hypothetical situation involving stock characters, and the child believes they have to parse exactly what the situation is supposed to be, given the limited "shorthand" consisting of numbers and operational symbols and the arithmetical frameworks, and work out what the result would be.
And nobody, or almost nobody, ever gets to hear the stories.
The OP demonstrates something I've been noticing: our society treats homeless people as casteless unpersons.
Without even realizing it, we automatically categorize anyone who seems to be living on the street as an undesirable thing, best neither seen nor heard, and taboo to interact with.
Increasingly, this is how government and law enforcement are treating them.
Until we change our society's attitude towards homelessness, until a person's living arrangements are no longer seen as a reflection of their character or nature, the only change we can accomplish will be palliative.
"AnechoicMedia" deserves a good blog-lashing from @cavegirlpoems.
Yesterday I deleted most of the reblogs in my queue. I need to either commit to this being a shitpost blog or GTFO. If I can't leave a compliment or comment on something, it's just not getting one. Anyone who cares can browse my likes.
UPDATE: Yes, the kittens do live next door. We had no idea!
The problem with having "free range" cats is that they will annex properties and people you don't have control over, into their territory. I hope they eventually learn that the neighbors' dogs can't keep them safe up here. At least they'll put a dent in the vole population.
This is here because I can't post photos on the local message board. I'm trying to find the owner of these two kittens before the raccoons get them.
You are NOT fucking living this down, Gaud.
insanity that they trained us to dislike body hair. body hair. that's just fuzz. that is just FUZZINESS!!! humans being fuzzy, it's one of our most adorable traits????
Does this mean the era of fish-post-reblogging is at an end?
I eat paper
As I was driving home through the forest recently, ahead of me I saw an old pickup truck pull over onto the shoulder and put its hazard lights on. A young woman wearing handmade clothing jumped out of the truck and ran 200 feet back up the road. As I passed, I saw her scoop up a newt she'd seen crossing the road, and carry it into the forest, before running back to her truck.
This made me smile, but the redneck behind me was outraged. "Damn hippies! Bleeding heart liberal treehuggers... only on Chauncy's Island... Friggin' oughta be a law... stoppin' for a damn lizard. What about the other cars?"
I looked him in the eyes and said, quietly but firmly, "You're new around here, aren't you?"
"I been here seven whole years, so, no, I'm not new," the redneck said. "What's it to you, anyway?"
I've been here 30 years, but I didn't mention that. I just said to him, "Seven whole years you've been here, and you still act like you're brand new. That's a shame."
And everyone else laughed and clapped as the redneck drove away without saying anything more.
I have thousands of shitposts, rants, and essays sitting in notebooks, left over from decades of not using social media or having many friends. Hold on tight.
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