no. space is black.
When you are ruining your day ranting about something remember THIS
Submitted 22 hours ago by Mickey7@lemmy.world to [deleted]
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loomy@lemy.lol 2 hours ago
prime_number_314159@lemmy.world 3 hours ago
It takes way longer than that for me to share my opinions. The Earth should be rotated at least 30-40 degrees.
seeigel@feddit.org 21 hours ago
See the green parts? The ranting is to prevent them from turning yellow, or blue.
Dasus@lemmy.world 20 hours ago
White is also an option.
See this positive article from 2023.
TachyonTele@lemm.ee 20 hours ago
That’s a fun thing to read in the morning. Thanks!
frunch@lemmy.world 20 hours ago
BearGun@ttrpg.network 14 hours ago
What you don’t see here are china and parts of the middle east, hovering nebulously in an indistinct location on the other side of the globe.
Nikls94@lemmy.world 9 hours ago
You could have at least removed france
WanderingThoughts@europe.pub 16 hours ago
Just because some things are intangible doesn’t mean they’re not real.
astutemural@midwest.social 12 hours ago
Alright, everyone post your opinions.
I think Base 12 is superior to Base 10 for human use.
We could get most of the way to stopping climate change by just not eating meat.
Also, I liked Mass Effect 3 more than 1 or 2.
lars@lemmy.sdf.org 2 hours ago
I want 6 fingers per hand if I have to wake up and deal with that₁₂ kinda bullshit
astutemural@midwest.social 1 hour ago
So you actually count by segments of the finger, using your thumb as a tapper. Crook your index finger and look at it - three segments, right? (At least for most people) The segment nearest your hand is 1, middle is 2, end is 3. Middle finger is 4, 5, 6, etc. So you can count up to 12 on four fingers.
Then you use your non-dominant hand to mark dozens. Count to 12 one your main hand,raise on finger on your second hand, repeat. So you can actually count to 60 just on your hands.
aberrate_junior_beatnik@midwest.social 19 hours ago
I feel much better now that I’m reminded of my insignificance, ty
Deceptichum@quokk.au 21 hours ago
If I rant the right 1/18th of the globe is cut-off?
I’ve killed most of China, Korea, and Japan? I’m sorry guys.
figjam@midwest.social 20 hours ago
Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one and no one wants to hear yours.
MajesticElevator@lemmy.zip 14 hours ago
I want 👀
jordanpeterson@lemmy.world 14 hours ago
Diatribe on the Nature of Happiness, Lobsters, and the Agony of Sensitivity to Criticism
Let me tell you something about happiness, Bucko. You think it’s some ephemeral state, a butterfly you chase through meadows of self-help books and Instagram affirmations? Wrong. Happiness is a biological phenomenon—deeply rooted in the evolutionary substructure of existence. And if you want to understand it, you’d better start with lobsters. Yes, lobsters. Because 300 million years of evolutionary wisdom is nothing to sneeze at.
Lobsters, as you may know—or should know, if you’ve done your homework—live in dominance hierarchies. When a lobster wins a fight, its serotonin levels surge. Serotonin! The same neurotransmitter that governs your mood, confidence, and willingness to stride into a room like you own the place. The victorious lobster stands taller, claws outstretched, exoskeleton gleaming—a titan of the tidal zone. But the defeated lobster? Slumped, skulking, serotonin drained. It becomes hypersensitive to threat, flinching at shadows. Sound familiar?
Now, translate that to humans. You think your sensitivity to criticism is some unique moral failing? Please. It’s an ancient, embodied response to perceived status collapse. When someone critiques you—your work, your ideas, your very being—it triggers a primal alarm: “Are you slipping down the hierarchy? Will you end up alone, starving, crushed under the claws of a better-prepared competitor?” No wonder you recoil. No wonder it hurts. Your biology is screaming, “Danger! Social death imminent!”
But here’s the rub: You’re not a lobster. You’re a human—blessed (or cursed) with self-awareness and the capacity to transcend your biology. So, what’s the path forward? First, understand that happiness isn’t about avoiding pain. It’s about bearing the load. Lobsters don’t get happy by hiding under rocks; they climb the hierarchy by engaging in the brutal, necessary dance of conflict. And you—you think happiness is the absence of suffering? Wrong again. Happiness is the byproduct of meaning, and meaning is forged in the crucible of struggle.
When you’re hypersensitive to criticism, it’s because you’ve conflated your fragile ego with your worth. You’ve mistaken your current position in the hierarchy for your eternal fate. But here’s a secret: Hierarchies aren’t static. Lobsters molt. They shed their shells and regrow them, larger, stronger. And you? You can molt too. You can shed the brittle carapace of insecurity and replace it with the armor of competence. How? By facing the damn criticism. By asking, “What here is true, and how can I use it to ascend?”
Stop catastrophizing. Your boss’s nitpicking, your partner’s sigh, the anonymous troll’s jab—these are not existential threats. They’re feedback. And feedback is the universe’s way of saying, “Hey, here’s a map to a better version of you… if you’re brave enough to read it.” The lobster doesn’t sulk after a loss; it recalibrates. It learns. It returns to the arena.
So, stand up straight. Shoulders back. Serotonin isn’t just handed out—it’s earned through confrontation with chaos. You want happiness? Stop demanding the world cushion your fragile psyche. Instead, become someone worthy of respect, starting with self-respect. Clean your room. Master a skill. Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes. And when criticism comes—and it will—metabolize it. Let it fortify you, not paralyze you.
Because here’s the ultimate truth: The most reliable antidote to sensitivity isn’t thicker skin; it’s a nobler aim. Lobsters fight for survival. You? You can fight for something transcendent—a life of responsibility, meaning, and yes, even joy. But you’ll have to claw your way there.
Now, go forth. The tide’s coming in.
theshoeshiner@lemmy.world 13 hours ago
My father, for all his flaws, instilled a phrase in me that i am eternally thankful for… Other people don’t control your feelings.
cRazi_man@lemm.ee 21 hours ago
Corporate needs you to fond the differences in these 2 pictures.
Yareckt@lemmynsfw.com 15 hours ago
One is on the right side. The other on the left
griff@lemmings.world 16 hours ago
fond is a verb now??
cRazi_man@lemm.ee 16 hours ago
Autocorrect…you’ve screwed me again.
TrickDacy@lemmy.world 17 hours ago
Does that apply to conservatives too? Just curious
salty_mcnutter@lemmy.ca 14 hours ago
Much difference, great successes!
HeyThisIsntTheYMCA@lemmy.world 2 hours ago
Not true, I flushed