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I repainted the kitchen wall, fixed the stove, removed soot marks from everything and even got the burned pot cleaned after setting an accidental fire. My parents still don't know. I was 14 :)
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You saved the day for yourself there
I am still alive despite the depression, suicidal thoughts, and psychotic episodes. Don't take just existing for granted.
I used to think I'd die by 23 or so because I couldn't imagine myself at that age. What a surprise when it came and went without notice.
A Playboy Playmate of the Month once asked ME out on a date.
Did you know they were a playmate of the month when they asked you out?
I did, she was a hired model for my job's booth at a trade show. So prior to meeting her I knew who she was. She was super cool and normal, just happened to be an absolute smoke show.
Haha that's pretty neat
Tell us more!
Me, trying to remember which is playBOY and which is playGIRL: π€
I've saved a few dozen kids (that I know of) from genital mutilation. I'm pretty happy with that, but it's not exactly watercooler conversation.
Holy cow. Where? How?
Just on the internet, talking to people about it - a bunch on reddit, a bunch on various pre-reddit forums. I was/am a mod on /r/intactivism, but who knows where I'll end up.
I got past decades-long depression and am mostly unaffected by PTSD by taking psilocybin mushrooms and working on myself.
Congratulations! So glad you're doing better now :)
Thank you! Occasionally something will trigger the PTSD but Iβm able to come back from it quickly and control myself so I donβt revert to a previous personality.
I was able to reassemble my own pc, and get it working nicely after it messed up. I was so stressed I would break something. But I didn't, and the difference in speed was crazy. I figured out that there were airflow problems, and there was so much dust.
Nice, that feels so good when you solve your own problem like that. I've opened my laptop many times before but I haven't dealt with an actual desktop - I'd have the same fears as you
I feel like I'd be more scared with a laptop, because everything is smaller and more delicate. I don't trust my hands with things that are too intricate.
I flashed ROMs every week for 5 years and never hardbricked a phone
So how did you recover your hardbricked phone 5 years ago when you flashed for the first time?
I never hard bricked a device, only soft brick
Can you explain what this means?
Android phones have the Android OS from Google(or a modified version by the manufacturer of the phone).
We can install other unofficial versions of Android(modified by other people).
Thid link maybe useful for understanding the term Flashing:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firmware#Flashing
But it is risky, as there is a chance that it can go wrong 'brick' your phone. It's named so, because on failure, your phone may become unresponsive and would only be as useful as a brick or paper-weight.
There's hard-bricking and soft-bricking, where the latter is used when the bricking can be fixed/reversed.
This link maybe better at explaining than I am:
https://android.stackexchange.com/questions/6028/what-is-the-meaning-of-flashing-a-custom-rom
I'm building a platform for language learners. It agregates information about words from several webpages and keep tracks of words you've searched and gives you the option to test yourself, add comments on a word, and there is also the option for you to track other users and give them tips.
It works well, even if a bit ugly, and I have only shared it with my GF.
I can't pick. So some highlights/vents:
Went from "I'm scared to open my PC" to knowing from how to mount one entirely from stratch in 4 days purely because my desktop didn't boot after I made several changes to it. In each of these 4 days I woke up with joy, because I would learn something new even if I was failing miserably and my hands were covered in a dozen tiny cuts from the sharp metallic frame. Risked bricking my BIOS, rushed for stores to get a battery and a beeper before they closed up until Monday, a real adventure.
As an almost-failed CS student who gaslighted myself in "I'm not good with the subject and I don't like it", it was pretty ecstatic to see not only I grasped the concepts with ease, but I also had an underlying love for it without the pressure of the rigid academic system. I very casually was reading things I wouldn't have guessed I could understand before the entire process started. In the classroom, even something like the order of boot was seen as difficult. On my house, I self-taught myself that in 2 minutes just by reading the fucking fluxogram in Wikipedia.
It is rather minor, and not heroic like most, but it was a rather hard switch between "I'm doomed to be a closeted hikikomori living with my narcissistic family until I give up and kill myself or go live in the street" and "there is hope, there is something I like doing, there is something I'm good at, my father was wrong, the incel bullies who scared me were wrong, I should stop carrying the burdens of bitter losers who raped my brilliance in order to feed their ego"
My most heroic one probably was in high school. I made friends with this girl I really didn't had much in common and who annoyed me sometimes, but she was very lonely and I was her only friend. I was there whenever she needed, and also every single day. It's not a single act, but it was the entire year of just being there for company, hanging out with her sometimes, hearing her out. We were polar opposites on everything but on the fact we were both artists, so more often we would just draw together. We parted ways when she changed schools the year after, though she made friends in the new school and seemed much happier. For a year, though, she had only me. So whenever I feel like an unlikeable monster completely alien to human society (which is pretty fucking often since I'm autistic and can't instinctively grasp a lot of human society) I just remember that I probably saved her life back then just by being a decent human being (she was deeply depressed with multiple suicide attempts and really starved for company).
Not sure if number 1 proudest, but today Iβm proud of the large patch of invasive plant species that I destroyed by hand (no chemicals), and replaced with native species.
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