Only when I’m googling something that points to reddit. But even then not really as I’m using an extension that redirects all reddit links to their webarchive version.
Nope. I quit cold turkey on June 30 and haven’t been back. Well, not on purpose, at least. Sometimes a Google result sends me to Reddit, but when it loads I just close it and move to the next result. Lemmy works fine for everything I used Reddit for.
No. I only really use my phone for everything. It’s impossible to see the old website on mobile and the regular website is hot garbage, and somehow their app is even worse. There is no way for me to access Reddit and have a pleasant experience anymore.
Reddit basically forced me to go to Lemmy. I was mad at first, but now 3 weeks into it (1 week casual before the Baconreader died and then 2 weeks of redditesque addiction) I really don’t mind. There are some subs I really miss, but hopefully someone makes communities for them soon. (Malicious compliance and HobbyDrama are what immediately pop into my head)
I don’t. I’ll find myself there occasionally because friends still do. I silently judge them as enablers of corporate scummery. I had been talking up Lemmy.world to the point of being insufferable and have stfu since it was hacked.
Does a poem count? Ozymandias has stuck with me forever.
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Fun facts time! There are actually two versions of Ozymandias, one written by Shelley and the other by his friend Horace Smith. They had a competition to both write a poem with the same title and subject matter, which I think it’s fair to say Shelley won. But anyway, here is Smith’s version:
I dislike this one quite a bit. I'm a good planner, but we're all human, and can forget sometimes. This quote is just an excuse to feel better about not helping someone out, and not in a healthy I'm-setting-boundaries manner.
I think there’s a difference between being a shitty person and being unwilling to help and being repeatedly used because you’ve helped out a couple of times before and now people end up leveraging your kindness. I personally subscribe to the line of thinking in the comment you replied to after giving the person I’m working with the benefit of the doubt that it’s a justified emergency a couple of times. I have a list of people at work now that I’ll still assist but I don’t jump at the opportunity as quickly because everything is an emergency to them and I think that’s just as shitty as not helping someone.
Just to clarify, I phrase it a bit differently: Not “piss-poor planning” but rather “a lack of planning” since it sounds less aggressive.
I think there’s a difference between being a shitty person and being unwilling to help and being repeatedly used because you’ve helped out a couple of times before and now people end up leveraging your kindness.
Unfortunately the older I have gotten, I have found that this applies zero to the world of corporate and upper management when dealing with their endless ‘emergencies’ due to fuckups of planning.
Also, throw sales management into that above lot. They tend to be the worst when it comes to any sort of concept of planning or prioritizing or, well, anything.
Edit: edit just to clarify what I meant was shit tends to roll downhill in a major way and you either have to do it or else.
Yeah unfortunately. There are some subs that haven’t migrated over yet and some subs that are active that have really useful info for me (school, language learning, etc.)
The house I grew up in had a big backyard and I remember one night when I was like 10 years old I had a nightmare that a shadow person ran all the way from the back of the property to my house then presumably into it in less than 10 seconds.
Was the scariest thing Ive ever witnessed because when I woke up it was still night and I believed it actually happened and someone/something got inside.
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