It is wild what kind of shit people will report to you in a security uniform. “Hey, that guy in the wheelchair? He doesn’t need it, he was walking outside earlier” like ??? Okay?? First off you don’t know his medical status, second what the fuck am I supposed to do with that information? Take it away from him?? It’s still his fucking wheelchair, he brought it from home
like I don’t have any physical disabilities that I’m aware of so stop me if I’m not in my lane but I feel like even if a dude is fully able-bodied, if he owns a mobility aid and he wants to use it then unless he’s swinging it around wracking toddlers with it then it’s really none of my damn business
Also?? “Hey there’s a junkie in the bathroom” ??? First off I saw them go in and I know for a fact that person has cerebral palsy, and also, are they actively using drugs?? Are they in medical distress?? No?? Then let them pissoh my God would you rather they shit on the street
and actually, another thing, because fuck it, but did you know?? “Security” means “safety”?? If nobody is using drugs inside the building and nobody is hurt or being hurt or bothering anyone or fucking in the lobby ar yodeling into the intercom or fucking, I don’t know, supergluing the toilet seats up and running off with the furniture, then what precisely are you expecting me to do about it? I’m not not the goddamn Social Norm Enforcer. If you’re wearing clothes and leaving people alone and you aren’t stroking out or freebasing coke with your non-service animal then I honestly do not give a fuck. “There’s a man in a dress in the women’s room” Okay and are they watching you poop? “I don’t think that’s a real service dog” is it humping someone? “That girl smells like weed can you get her out of here” Weed’s been legal for like five years get with the goddamn program. She probably works here. Do what you came here for and go hoooooome
“social norm enforcer” is exactly what is expected
i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep”
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
