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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To the love of your life, when you meet her

I don't speak to my family except for legal matters or when someone dies. It's been like this for some fifteen years now, which is about the half of my life. My uncle died, as it turns out. Hadn't thought of him for years. Suddenly I was faced with the gaping difference of my opinion of him as a child versus now, judging from the same facts. Yes! He's dead and I'm going to speak bad about him. Shocking, I know. Earlier this year I met a woman who reminded me of my cousin. I never meet women who remind me of her! A butch but soft-hearted lesbian with a buzz cut. When we were kids everyone thought she was a boy. This woman was just like that, even the stories she shared about her family were quite familiar. It's been years since my cousin got her heart broken. The love of her life, possibly. They were so good together, I enjoyed hanging out with them together more than with each separately. The girlfriend broke off the engagement because my cousin's family...

I just ventured to a neurotypical online space to ask a question, and

And I realized I talk to neurotypical people like to animals, lmao. I don't even mean it offensively which is probably a whole another and much deeper level of offensive. I just matter-of-factly act a bit like coming to a zoo.

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