While blue is the easy and tempting option, and I would live comfortably without needing to work ever again…
I would choose red. Considering I am approaching 40, and going by family history, I’ll likely get cancer in my 50’s or 60’s… I think choosing red is a good solution to basically get extra 30+ years of life.
Also, with the forenowledge, there is a huge potential for life saving actions. While I don’t think there is much I could do as a kid, it’s worth a shot and I would have time to figure it out.
No amount of money can ever buy you more time. Only a six year old should take the blue pill. That’s the moral of the story? I don’t know, it’s just a meme I guess.
Some countries don’t have a robust foster system or a system at all. I would be rolling the die on homeless in the street in a dangerous place with dirt and flagstone roads.
Without knowing the conditions of recieving that offer, I wouldn’t bank on being able to replicate it. You’d think whoever has the technology/magic to yeet your consciousness back in time into your 6 year old self without a time paradox would be smart enough to think of that infinite loop thing and avoid that.
But it would be an interesting way to achieve pseudo-immortality.
Or perhaps if the red pill is turn six today variant that pessimists think it might be, you might get actual immortality. Say we work out immortality in 2060, that might be difficult for someone 50 today, but easy to reach for someone 6 today.
It is a bit sad that reviewing takes a long time. I have had the same thing for a project, someone on the team pings someone to do a review, 2 years later you get a review saying you should rebase because the PR is too old. I get why; it takes people and time to review. It is sad though.
Could you imagine the psychological damage of having your adult mind shoved back into your 6 year old self? You’d be unable to relate to or even tolerate any of your peers, so say goodbye to any childhood friendships. You’d be unstimulated by the mountain of busy work in school and frustrated by all the topics you’d have to relearn. I personally would go through all of the procrastination troubles again. There are plenty of traumatic events that you would not be able to prevent or even affect. Nevermind that you are still carrying that trauma with you, you’re just trying to not re-live it. Develop any chronic illnesses? Maybe you can get treated quicker but you still have to watch your health decline. It’ll be a decade before you have any kind of autonomy to do any stocks or Bitcoin type stuff, unless you want to become some prophetic wünderkind. As far as I’m aware, mt gox was one of the only reliable places to get Bitcoin, until it wasn’t. I don’t know the day that it fell apart off the top of my head.
I never understand why anyone would choose the “do it all over again” scenarios.
Story time: back when I lived with my parents and siblings, my “room” was a loft above the open concept living + dining + kitchen room, covering most of the living room part. It was a 30sqm room with 4m ceiling height mind you, so even the loft was pretty spacious, giving me about 1.8m height (plenty for me) and 10sqm living space.
The fridge and kitchen was in the opposite corner of the stairs leading up to my loft. Since warm air rises, I’d get all the nice smells stuck in my loft area, unless I opened the small window installed for the express purpose of ventilation.
Since my family members would sometimes come up to the loft to the dresser containing most sheets, or to bother me while playing vidya, on the way up they’ve started making remarks like “Eww Dubya Kay. Open the window and go and shower already!” I’ve noticed a particular, rotten milk smell as well, so I’ve complied, reluctantly. However the smell did not go away.
This went on for about two months, during which time we’ve established that the smell did not emanate from me, but it was indeed strongest opposite the fridge in the corner, on top of the stairs leading to my loft. There were a bunch of books on a shelf there, so we went through them but nothing. Then we looked under the stairs with the couch, but again nothing. So we thought it must come from our fridge. We’ve defrosted and cleaned it out. Voila!
This lasted for a day or two until the smell was back with a vengeance. Strong rancid cheese smell, slightly burnt undertones. We were certain now that it’s the fridge, so we figured something must have gotten onto the mechanics part of it. We unplugged it again and then pulled it away from the corner it was in… and lo and behold, there was the nastiest orange cheese-like substance covering some of the heat dissipating parts on the bottom, along with some stuck on one of the caster wheels and some on the motor housing as well. We figured it must have been some milk that somehow spilled from the top.
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