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Pattern recognition is man’s earliest drug
Ain’t nothing getting me higher than some good pattern recognition
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monkeybrains · 5 months
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fearthhereaper · 10 months
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Sometimes I wonder how different (or not so different) older Alicent would've turned out if she hadn't married Viserys.
Would she still be as unhappy as she is, simply because she is married and forced into a role of a mother, a wife?
If she married someone closer to her age. Someone kinder to her than Viserys ever was. Would she still be just accepting her life and the way it is? Or would she be genuinely happy?
She'd definitely feel safer without the threat of a succession crisis hanging above her head. But would she be happy?
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My thoughts are that she would still struggle with motherhood. I don't think motherhood is something Alicent inherently wants. She loves her children, undoubtedly, but would she love children born out of a happy marriage more than her kids with Viserys? I'm not sure.
I'm definitely of the opinion that Alicent is a lesbian. She's definitely a woman lover, a girl romancer. And that's also one of the reasons that I don't believe that she would ever be truly happy being married to a man. Even if that man was a good one.
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cosmic-muses · 6 months
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Monkey brain: happy
Flesh: sated
Tummy: full
I eated a whole lot oagh... very good...
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dannnnnnnnnnnnex · 2 months
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It's so interesting to me how obsessed we are, as a species, with Missing Person cases. Someone gets lost in the woods or stuck in a cave and a few days later it's national news, with hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on rescue attempts. I don't need to list any examples, I'm sure you can think of your own, that's how prevalent they are. The failed rescues are talked about for decades in podcasts and video essays, and the successful ones turn into blockbuster movies.
I think it makes sense. There's a very tangible and relatable horror to being lost and alone. It's ingrained in us, it's perhaps the most primitive fear: "Dying Alone in the Wilderness". We spend so many resources saving these people because we want to believe others would do the same for us were we to meet the same fate. That fear is universally relatable, one of the only things that can unite us as humans.
I'm not implying we shouldn't spend those resources, we obviously shouldn't just abandon people to the elements because it'd take too much effort to find them.
But I think it really highlights some of our most deeply set biases. It highlights how even as an "advanced" species, our base fear of Nature overwhelms us, causing us to appear as hypocrites.
What I mean is, why do we send hundreds of people to search for someone if they're lost in the woods, but if someone is lost in a city, with nowhere to go, they're often just cast aside, labeled homeless, and left to die alone under a bridge. Where are their rescue crews? Their national news coverage? Why is a life lost in the wild more valuable than a life lost in suburbia?
It's easily, tragically, explained. That kind of death isn't as relatable. We have no primitive monkey-brain fear of being abandoned in a city, we made those wilds ourselves. It's easier to rationalize, easier to dismiss. You have to consciously consider how terrible it would be to die alone in a city, it takes a moment of effort; it's not a pre-programmed fear.
I don't think it's actually as binary of a difference as I'm making it out to be, there are obviously more factors at play. For example, many homeless people are not really in contact with anyone, they can go missing and there's just nobody there to raise an alarm. It's tragic, but you can't blame innate human biases. I think the real indicator here isn't the lack of help we offer these urban cases, but how seriously we dedicate ourselves to the wild ones.
Idk, it's just interesting to me how we like to pretend we're an advanced species, how we're above our base instincts, beings of intellect and cognizance, but every so often you can look at us as a collective and point out where the monkey brain takes control.
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anogrishtart · 2 months
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nobody is calculating the odds of a thing existing, they're adjusting to the internal narratives they have made up to make the world make sense to them.
a "fairy" exists in the category of "people," it's a more or less human shaped object that would behave in a more or less human manner (knocking on doors, drinking milk, kidnapping children at the behest of Queen Mab, recoiling at the touch of cold iron).
a people-object knocking at a door is going to be less surprising than a not-person object knocking at the door, because it is behaving within a set of expected narratives.
It helps to remember that consciousness is not an algorithmic process inasmuch as it is a bunch of cognitive biases and lizard brain instincts kluged together by evolution in a more or less functional way.
the relative surprise i (or any hypothetical human) experience upon opening my door has nothing to do with mathematics and everything to do with my poorly functioning brain. the question posed is not "what is objectively more likely to knock on my door," the question is "what would you be more surprised by".
a smallish person-shaped person (assuming we're talking Victorian-style fairies and not the basically human sized variety) doing person-things is simply more in line with the human tendency towards pareidolia than a 1-ton animal doing person-things.
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whack-vibe · 2 years
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FUCK ME usgkdhsk i hate my adhd monkey brain. i learned toki pona was a thing yesterday, and now my brain is telling em i should translate a song and try to sing it in toki pona. like gekfhks idek how to say most basic sentances. let alone more complex thoughts, like poetic song lyrics.
tho i mean, that would probably force me to learn it much more than just sitting here...
we'll see if i do this. and if i do, and if i post about it more, plz forgive me, cuz its prolly gonna be shitty lol
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sttinkky · 10 months
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How tf does one stop overthinking
I'll forget about the situation for hours and then my brain says "hehehe remember this, let's add a embarrassing and anxious feeling to this memory hehhe"
I swr its like "hmmm I enjoy making her heart beat rapidly and have her scream and get frustrated at herself hehehhe"
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floralcavern · 8 months
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does anyone else go a whole day without eating simply because you forgor?
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cheekbonejangles · 1 year
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The neurodivergent urge to have no lights on during the day because hsshss sun bad🧛 but then turn every single light in the house on at night bc that's when the monsters come out🗡️🦷🐯
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yimpleton-city · 8 months
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I'm feeling primal, I should devour a Costco rotisserie chicken with my hands
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monkeybrains · 2 months
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mugoki · 1 year
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MLQC fandom on FB: You guys 📢 Victors new ASMR "Return at Night" is JUICY AS HELL !!! Yes it's a new VA but you HAVE to listen to it 'cause you're seriously missing out!
Me: pshh.. what's juicer than the older ones where he is washing your hair, or serving you tea all cutesy? i doubt it, let me listen...
Victor: *MOANS*
Me:
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angelxd-3303 · 2 years
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I was watching Markiplier play fnaf while drawing last night, just for inspiration. While doing so, I realized that I could never take the night shift job. Not for the reason you may think, however.
The thing is, with my love for animatronics and whatnot, I can guarantee that if I was alone in the building with these felt-covered abominations, the primal urge to boop Freddy would be my ultimate downfall.
Henry, phone guy, and pretty much everyone else: These are literal death machines.
My stupid self: BUt tHey'Re FluFfY!!🥺
My fluffy=need to pet programming would guarantee that I wouldn't even make it to the office on my first shift.
Boops Freddy:
Freddy:
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melodious-me · 2 years
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me, writing: She looked at him, crestfallen.
my monkey brain: She looked at him, crestfallen, Idaho.
Anyway, I can’t use the word crestfallen any more and I blame @deathbydyingpod
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scatmaan · 7 months
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my brain goes stupid mode when i interact with them.....
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