had enough of tech dorks who think their social misfitness will be solved if they simply get the right upgrade chip & convince everyone else to install it too
the onion layers are morbidly fascinating: here's a dude who doesn't get women, doesn't get "getting a buzz on," doesn't get human conversation, doesn't get how "society" works irl at all
lol there was actually a Futurama anthology bit about a scientist who invents a robot that can do literally everything for him then is upset when it takes over his entire life, incl his familial cares
Originally (or as far back as I care to document my own childhood memories while at work) there was a Ray Bradbury story, "Marionettes, Inc." It's been adapted (& credited) a few times:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marione....
I'm autistic and I don't understand people, getting a buzz on, human conversation or how society works, but I can still instantly tell that his post is one of the dumbest takes I've ever heard.😂
To be fair here:
there's all the social trouble of various types of neurodivergence (ADHD and all its baggage here!) and then there's the deliberate malformation of social identity that people like that guy voluntarily inflict upon themselves to feel "outcast for their superior intellects"
I adore alcohol-optional events. Have a nice cider if you want, but there's also tea and coffee, maybe some snacks, and more importantly, group activities. Just something more interesting as the focus.
Fortunately more common than it was, but the momentum has been definitely dented by Covid 😕
I look forward to a future where one sends a cute person to a bar with an earpiece tethered to a witty person, they meet a similarly accessorized imposter, and the two homely nerds who sent them eventually get married.
Like in “When Harry’s Avatar Met Purportedly Sally.”
There's both Oglaf *and* SMBC webcomics about this scenario. Actually, multiple of each. Turns out it's a funny idea and shouldn't ben taken seriously.
Dude, I’m #ActuallyAutistic, I miss social cues that NT people see as written in blazing neon letters as big as the Empire State Building, an I STILL don’t have this guy’s social skill problems.
I know, right? I'm flat terrified of drinking and my go-to flirting move is blushing and changing the subject and I /still/ have more going on than this guy. It's like seeing my funhouse mirror reflection itself in a funhouse mirror.
AI earbud just playing "stop talking, stop talking, SHUT UP, SERIOUSLY SHIYT UP" at increasing volume as I get drunker and drunker and start saying stupider and stupider things