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The saying "If everyone's crazy it means you're the crazy" must have come from someone who never lived in Rio de Janeiro

Do you remember Talkie Toaster from an early episode of Red Dwarf? 

A home appliance with artificial intelligence that has a brutally single-minded focus on trying to grab the attention of anyone nearby - in any way, at any time - to offer toast. 

When the person rejects the offer, Talkie Toaster offers a different kind of toasted pastry. If the person refuses all toasted bread, Talkie Toaster offers a pancake, and so on until the latest response gives leeway to ask for a toast again because it was not explicitly rejected that one last time. 

Someone on Quora asked for advice about co-parenting with a woman who has borderline personality disorder of the mildly psychotic flair. 

Someone responded, there is no co-parenting with these people. There is parallel parenting, at best. Avoid contact. When unavoidable, make it short and keep shifting the frame. When she speaks about the garden, shift frame to nature in general. When she speaks about the house, shift frame to the neighborhood. Never stay within the topic she proposes, always stay in control of the frame. Always speak in soft sugary tone. Use a lot of diminutives. Use baby talk. Smile nicely.

This is what it's like to deal with people from Rio de Janeiro. 



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