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  • depends what you mean with “taboo”.

    being a neo-nazi? generally heavily frowned upon. use certain nazi imagery and/or deny that the holocaust happened? both actually punishable by law.

    taboo as in we don’t talk about it? hell no! we get taught about the cruelties that happened here at length in school above a certain age. let me tell you, history class in germany is not fun. in certain german states there’s also one mandatory(?) school trip to the remains of one of the nearest concentration camps. trust me, we know about the absolutely inhumane cruelty these monsters were capable of.

    content warning for the rest of the post:

    one of the images that stuck most with me was of a documentary shown in school. pictures of one of the gas chambers, where they shoved in by the hundreds. the concrete ceiling had fingernail imprints. the implications of that alone are haunting. they must have had absolutely agonizing last minutes in there.

    …or some punishment cells in concentration camps. just tight gaps, enough to shove someone in sideways. and not tall enough to be able to stand upright in. the person inside could not get relief from standing up, they could not sit down. all they could do was exist in a painful position with the knees against one wall, the butt against the other wall, and gravity doing the rest to cause relentless pressure on the knees. as far as I know they got put in there for days, with eye witnesses describing constant screams of agony from inside.

    …or the one time hitler decided to hang some people. but not with a regular rope, but rather on piano strings, with the victims being lowered very slowly into their final position. once hanging, there was no way for the victim to grab the string anymore. all they could do was flail around and slowly suffocate. it was just another sadistic way of maximizing pain, agony and despair in the people they hated and hunted.

    and these are just a tiny fraction of the documented things. i don’t even want to imagine what atrocities without witnesses happened.

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    Unlikely. At that insane pressure, the hull is either completely intact, or, once moving, completely imploding in a fraction of human reaction time. We’re talking about time frames of a millisecond. They couldn’t possibly have seen it coming. One moment you’re alive and well, the next moment your body is nothing more than paste.

    The only evidence for them to legitimately worry about would have been from knowledge about any kind of sketchy practices and/or material choices during the building process.



  • reminds me of my test runs with elvanse (no idea how exactly that is related to vyvanse, other than the name and symptom similarity).

    it was suggested that I might have more success with it than with ritalin. so far I’ve taken 3 of these pills. one day on the first, two days on my second attempt.

    on both attempts, I’ve lost my appetite completely. not only that, I’ve noticed a mild disgust against anything edible. I’m already an incredible picky eater per default, my reaction against food that doesn’t taste good is already really strong, which basically leaves me with only a handfull of meals I can eat without strong discomfort. but on that medication, I just could not get myself (nor felt any need) to eat anything. it was actually rather scary.


  • mathematics is a human language/system.

    nature just follows the laws and quirks this universe has. the plants, animals and subatomic particles will keep doing the same, regardless if we have a tool or theory that can describe what they’re doing.

    sure, there are patterns everywhere in nature, but i would not go as far as to say that that makes mathematics a language of nature.



  • German here. We have rather shitty weather in autumn, winter and parts of spring. I for one welcome the warmth and most heat waves. 25°C and up is when I start to function and… live. I prefer heat so much over cold.

    I loathe the first day of autumn and the realization that it’s gonna take more than a half year until we get some non-depressing weather again. I really hope that point is going to be late this year.


  • Important note: everyone’s ADHD is individual, my struggles are not necessarily going to be your struggles, keep that in mind.

    I had my first real job experience starting last October (it was a full-time internship for university, which was supposed to be 95 full-time work days within 6 months). The conditions were ideal: friendly and respectful coworkers, a beautiful, park-like property with a pond and walkways, I could come in whenever I liked, as long as I wouldn’t miss a meeting (which didn’t happen before 9:00), decent pay for an internship. And to top it all off, the company worked with my favorite programming language.

    Despite all that, I noticed how this full-time job slowly ate me up. I noticed how, from day to day, my mental battery drained progressively further. It got more and more clear to me that there was no way for me to work and have enough free time and sleep in 24 hours. I came home, mentally exhausted, and often couldn’t do much more than just sit down and watch some videos until bedtime. My personal projects and interests had to be completely stopped in their tracks. Going to bed on time left me incredibly unsatisfied (which, over weeks, became misery), but if I tried to give my mind enough time to be satisfied, I sacrificed important sleep hours. Either my mind was deteriorating, or my body.

    In hindsight, my 2-week covid quarantine in November was an important break for my mind, despite how horrible being sick was. I also almost reached a breaking point before Christmas, where I used 6 tactically chosen holiday days to bring it up to another 2 weeks. I felt better afterwards, but not recovered.

    Ultimately, I lasted 4 1/2 months, until I crashed down with a horrible burnout in February. 18 days short of what I needed for the internship. I sincerely hoped I could power through the rest to be done with it. I really tried. But at that time, my mental resources were dried up, completely. I didn’t function at all, anymore. I became an empty husk of myself.

    Luckily, with some explanation and a doctoral certificate, I got the university’s green light to pick it up at a later time and just work the 18 days, instead of having to redo the whole internship. If that would have been denied, I would have probably quit university then and there. Because having to go through that again, would have been unthinkable for me.

    The most important thing this internship taught me was not related to the work itself, nor its industry branch, it was the realization that I’m incompatible with full-time work. That’s why I recently struck a deal with the company, I’m going to work the last 18 days, but only 3 days per week, instead of 5. I hope 2 extra free days per week will be enough for me to remain stable.

    You might get used to your job in a few weeks. Or you might feel like I did. The only person who will know the best, is you. If you are like me, just be sure to pull the emergency break before you crash down like I did.