Only if you swallow.

Oh, no, they’re definitely picky:)) One of my exes had an Amstaff with whom I’d developed a much healthier relationship than with her owner. My ex also dropped off her dog at my place for weeks so she could take some emotional space. I didn’t care, that dog and I got along like two peas in a pod.

Anyway, point is, she was a VERY astute dog and we became fast friends. I’d always let her “inspect” whatever I was feeding myself and I’d usually get a huff and a butt as remarks about my food. She didn’t even want to lick the crap I was eating at the time (lots of take-out, lots of processed foods, etc.) However, she LOVED my potato salad, and a lot of other home-cooked dishes. Seldom the meat, though.

And not all that bad, actually! I’m dead serious, there were times when I caught myself sneaking out a fistful from my cat’s food bag and munching like a rodent. Once you get accustomed to the taste (which, in most cases, tastes like really tough bread flavoured with saltless steak, or saltless boiled carrot, or saltless fish), it makes for a decently filling snack.

Dog kibble has even less flavour than cat kibble, mostly tastes slighly savoury and bland, though. Which I find weird and, like… all dogs I’ve met enjoyed a plethora of flavours, wouldn’t they do the same with their kibble?

Yes, that was their incoming shriek, you’d hear a Doppler of the Nokia ringtone, then it started raining bricks!

We got really lucky the RAZRs were personable and took pity on us, the data plan was a reasonable compromise at the time… It was either that, or those barely functional Sony nav nubs for everyone, and that would’ve been assured extinction!

The Smartphone Wars, when Nokia bombardments were a daily reality! Rough times…

That’s also how the alarm clocks were wiped out! It was a massacre…

It’s also further proof that I absolutely suck at identifying jokes:))

I apologise if I came off as too “dime store philosopher,” this whole normalcy thing has deep roots in my conception. I’ve seen so many people haunted by the feeling of being abnormal (myself included, ngl), that it’s become a sort of a nurturing instinct to try to dispel it as much and as often as I can.

Respectfully disagree, our interpretation of mathematics is secondary to the entirety of existence. “Normal” is most definitely not exclusive to mathematics, and thus, in this context, entirely unrelated.

Honestly, I would. In my opinion, if it exists, then it is normal.

Even what we perceive as shitty/horrid/weird/unorthodox is entirely normal, as everything is part of a deeply complex causal system. We may not fully grasp the tapestry of ramifications which lead to said causal normalcy, but, again, if it weren’t normal, it wouldn’t exist (to further entangle this, nothingness itself thus becomes normal).

Everything beyond that is our biased perception which births opinions. Nothing more. This is not to say that our opinions don’t matter, as some aspects are more constructive than others (eg. honesty vs. deception, life vs. death, etc., and even these can switch places in the right context) and we have the power to act upon our opinions and directly influence the system of causality within which we exist, which we should do as often and as sincerely as possible.

Well, uh… the shower certainly has you covered on the water end, but doesn’t it make the PB all runny and weird?

Ooooh, that makes more sense, yes! Thank you and sorry!

Which fuck?

Gave me the good kind of full body goosebumps, very aesthetically pleasing!

Every time I see one of those I think to myself: “I can only wish…”

Yep, seems to me to hold up in the metaphorical sense as well.

Not arguing against the genetically inherited traits, even beyond the purely aesthetic/structural ones, like inclinations toward certain ways of processing information, nor do I ignore the fact that they’re not 100% heritable. But even as such, nurture (which I view from the belief that the entire village shapes the person) can generate a completely divergent personality, and the breadth of development is directly proportional to the breadth of exposure samples (at least to my mind).

And let’s not neglect the more practical similarities as well! Different types of flora require differently sized “privacy bubbles,” areas of earth reserved exclusively for their individual sustenance, otherwise they’d essentially choke each other out. We can see something very similar in the development of children who are too closely bound to their family through mechanisms of excessive control, their potential ends up being smothered.

Edit: disclaimer, I’m working with 12th grade Biology and a Bachelor’s in Theatre Acting as my sociology background, so I actually expect to have botched something up in what I said. Salt is advised.

Not at all, which is why I specified this in mine.

I am merely working with what’s been given.

These are a lot of assumptions about a person you don’t know.

As a counterexample, if there were any other substance which could replace vodka and coffee liqueur in their entirety while not containing alcohol, I’d drink Virgin White Russians all day long. Same goes for Jäger. And I have already tried some non-alcoholic gins and they entirely miss the pungency, which is the very element which confers alcohol its unique taste.

No, I genuinely do not like alcohol for its effects. It is not my jam. If I want to enjoy both the buzz and safe dips into my dark place, I smoke a doobie.

As for your argument about music, I think this is the wrong point of comparison. If you’re referring to a strictly emotional reaction, taste has that covered all on its own.

All due respect, I cannot speak for your situation, but neither does your situation for everyone else who likes to sip alcohol.

I cannot stand the taste of cinnamon or licorice, but I don’t believe addiction is required to be able to enjoy them.

This sounds like it starts from the assumption that it can only be consumed for the effect, not the taste.

I drink once, maybe twice every year, and never more than 2-3 drinks. And I specifically either sip a finger of Jägermeister, a White Russian, or expensive gin tonics (Scapegrace is brilliantly rich and nuanced, for instance), because I enjoy the taste.

What I do not enjoy is getting drunk. Not only because the following two days are worse than death, but especially because I don’t like how my body slips out of my control and how it encourages my mind to drift toward the dark place.

Procrastination is a divine trait, then.