Pet Peeves

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Like I mentioned in another thread, addiction can be like nibbling at a forbidden cake. You take tiny little bits off knowing that it isn't going to make much of a difference and nobody will notice. So knowing this, you go back for more, hoping for the same results. But before you realise, you find half the cake has gone, and you're like, "but how did that happen? How did I even get here? I didn't eat that much, surely?" But you did. Silly you. ('Second person' speaking).
So it's like that with addiction. If addiction was that easy as "just don't do it any more" then nobody would get addicted to anything. It's why I don't get on to my husband about smoking any more, because although he has COPD that has caused him a few ambulance rides to hospital gasping for life, the addiction is too strong for him to just stop. If he really wanted to then it would still need to be done with some help. Same with me about obsessively searching deeply about Foster, I just needed that little bit of help to kick-start the resisting of the urge. The only thing there is is parental controls and blocking adult sites, which isn't quite the solution suited for my situation. Or to download an app to stop you searching, but if I became too desperate then it only takes 1 second to uninstall the app.

Well, good!
You're probably in position now to write the definitive book about him.

That may depend on your browser and how much it displays on the small screen of a phone, but changing browsers might be too big a change and the new one may have the same issue anyway.
I tried browsing on a phone once and quickly stopped. Horrible experience, and only used now for quick lookups.

But the bookmarking workaround you have seems quite useful, apart from being limited to the laptop.

I tried a wide search on chrome extension to block search words which found several things that might be useful.
These, for example -
https://ht-vector.com/parental-control-keywords-list
https://www.cisdem.com/resource/how-to- ... oogle.html

Dogs were also specifically bred for food in many cultures, and wasn't limited to cultures that lacked other livestock; Hawaiian Poi Dogs, Nureongi from Korea and Techichi from Mexico being three examples.

Likewise you could make the case that cows exist to pull plows and provide milk, that sheep exist to provide wool, goats exist to provide milk, etc.



I find this to be an interesting perspective given that humans are predatory animals. I struggle to view humans hunting any differently than I view wolves or any other predatory animal engaging in the same behaviour.

Beyond that, hunted animals don't spend their entire lives confined to factory farms, so if your sense of morality is concerned about suffering, it's easy to make the case that the wild animal has far less suffering imposed on it by humans than the farmed one.



Appeals to authority only carry weight when everyone involved recognizes that authority as real and legitimate, so this line of reasoning can really only carry weight to people who believe in gods.

I've finished it. Took me 6 months.

^ Hah, excellent!

I understand all that. But theoretically, I see a huge difference between eating dogs that were specifically bred to be food vs eating a golden retriever.

When you hear a couple of songs you like on the radio at work but can never catch the name of or who sung it. Then when you search on the internet for last songs played on that specific radio station, it doesn't seem to show up in the results. So you just go on wondering what those songs are called but too embarrassed to ask anybody.

Traffic updates that interrupt your music playing in the car.

Rudeness in general, saying please and thank you is free.
Don't even get me started on spitting?!

When people spell 'clever' as 'cleaver'.

Lately my biggest pet peeve has been all the useful idiots and useful infidels in Western Civilization welcoming the Trojan Horse with open arms.

Five Finger Death Punch and other similar I just got divorced, my kids won't talk to me and they're about to repossess my lifted Silverado rock.

That breast cancer advertisement on the bus shelter that I walk past on the way to the library. Two of my favourite British female singers died of breast cancer.