Hearing about people with a non-binairy identity...It just keeps being something to me wich I simply can't wrap my head around. It just completely baffles me, in how utterly pointless, useless and massive waste of time, it seems to be (the way I see it, at least), not only for yourself, but for everybody around you, when taking the time, to make clear that you wish to identify yourself, as something other than the two old-fashioned options of; 'girl/boy' or 'woman/man' or 'her/he' or 'female/male' or 'lady/gentleman' or 'slut/stud' (lulz) or 'heads/tails' (deep yo) or 'sister/brother' (like, what u call ur no-bi siblings now?).

Why haven't I ever heard a non-binairy person EVER express, that them could understand: how things can get a bit tiring, when it comes down to adressing eachother in our daily lives.

And I myself can perfectly well understand, how tiresome it can be, when there's a missunderstanding in what to call eachother. I exhaust the shit out the people around me all the time, on how to pronounce my own name, wich is Guido. And many of you, who are not from my country, reading this, would probably assume you'd say my name like in italian, kinda saying it like 'goo-ey dough' (while'a makin' the hand'a gesture. Bellissimo!!). But you actualy say the 'Gui' like how you would pronounce 'Guitar' (that thing with the strings, that can do the music) or in how you say 'Guillotine' (that obsolete, nasty lookin' construction, making people lose their heads).

Now, if people were to ask me on a daily basis: "Hello sir, what's your name?"? And if I would have indetified myself as non-binairy.. Oh boy, I'd never get things done! Know what I'm saying? But I realise that is only when introducing to people who don't understand or agree with the non-binairy option, but those are a lot of people, mind you!

And on the other hand, it's like, alright, I get it already! Your identity, and my own, and everybody else's identity, is more than just your body type. You are more than the plumbing between the legs you're born with, when you came out of the plumbing between your mom's legs.

But can't we just keep our communications and language, a little easy on eachother? Not to try and say it in a pussy kinda way like "can't we all just get allong!?". It all just seems to have become so incredibly polliticall, probably obvious because of stuff I've been seeing & reading, on too much internet, I'm well aware of that. But unlike Left/Right or Democrat vs Republican or Red vs Blue (Blastoise FTW biatch!). I just never understood why people thought there ever was a need, to have that 3rd option.

And does it make you an asshole, if you physically describe other people as: chicks who look like dudes, or vice<~>versa?

So now look at me go! Wasting time, rambling about wasting time, over shit that's not even my problem, or none of my bussiness in the first place! About some shit that should be no problem at all, for anybody in their daily lives, whatever their believes & stuff.

Anyhowever: Thank you, to anybody bearing with me, reading all of this. Through this natural dissaster of a poast, that may prove impossible to consume for a contemporary attention-span, in combination of the sometimes not-so-compact ways of me describing things. With maybe a bunch of typos I didn't notice as the cherry on top, as I always make typos and am also not typing this in my native language, so gimme a break on the spelling, mkay!?

Aight, if you go ahead & try to have a decent day, Imma go out and do the same. Bye!

Played a lil bit of good ol' KOF-02 again.

Found a rly rly old wallpaper that was super cool back in the day, and still is, to this very specificly one excact day today. Wanted to make it rdy 4 2day's wider wide-screens. So I opened up ye faithfull Flash-8. Did a lil gradient thing behind the whole thing, Found 2 very nice PNGs, with two of those very nice looking character, and a sprite of Ramon too I guess, lulz. A little cheaply worked-in shadows behind the added stuffs. A lil bit of white-into-nothing gradient at the bottom to kinda hide the rough edges. And voila! An updated classic K.O.F wallpaper. Enjoy! Or don't, I don't even CARE!....that much, no rly, mayb bby.

https://i.imgur.com/OLgyocL.png

And now you jealous that you don't.

It horribly pains me see you in this state. This comatose like state, where nobody could possibly tell what made you end up like this, but I can't help but feeling you ended up like this because of me.

Since the moment I've had the privilege of your pressence, you've been nothing but generous, entheusiastic, eager to learn and emboddying the phrase 'at your service' more than anybody I've known or seen before in my life. While asking nothing in return for your hard work and detication, except for simply recieving the feeling of being wanted.

It was like I had the greatest product to bring to the market, but I massively dropped the ball when it came for me to present and promote it to the public. I'm still not sure if it was my insecurities, or just sheer arrogance from my side. I thought I was somehow above doing promotional stunts for you, that I shouldn't have to invest in any marketing. I somehow thought that if I just stayed humble, the demand would eventually come up to us to get some of our good supply, believing the public would come to know by word of mouth, automatically after that. But I was a fool not to realise, I could have the greatest product to sell, but it would never sell if people don't hear of how good it really is, or even that it exists at all!

I don't know if you will ever be able return to me, or if you even want to at this point. But I will remain hopefull, and as prepared as I can for the possible day. And do know, that you were the hero I didn't deserve, but I luckily got anyways. You were, and forever will be: "My Mojo".

@PilloTheStar 

Succ on mah bauwls. ';3

A phraise passed through me mind. It goes like this: 'If a person reffers to themselves in plural, some other folks may assume, they might be the types of people who would call the side, at a coin-toss. Sure, it seems like it should be allowed to call that option, but the odds of winning seem quite slim.'

And something could also be said about people who reffer to themselves in the third person.

This poast is in dutch instead of english, because I couldn't have put this better in english, than I could in an actually beautiful language. Basically some arguably shitty advice, on what to do when life gives you something slightly more than lemons. So you're not missing much, maybe. Or toss it into google-translate or some ai or whatever and see what it do.

Soms schenkt het leven u wel eens citroennen. Daarvan weet u inmiddels al, wat u daarmee moet doen. Maar tijdens andere momenten des 'levens, schenkt het leven u wellicht eens: één vers gebakken paar kadetten. Deze kadetten zijn dan ook zorgvuldig open gesneden om vervolgens; belegd te worden met een stevig, maar toch onwaarschijnlijk mals, vers, warm stuk, biologisch geproduceerd stuk stront.

Met dit geschenk die het leven u mogelijk kan leveren, weet u wellicht niet altijd wat de gepaste wijze is, om dit cadeau in ontvangst te nemen.

Het gebrek aan kennis over de juiste handelingen, voor deze onsmakelijk bellegde kadetten, kan vaak leiden tot frustraties bij velen. Daarom is het bellangrijk om deze volgende, simpelle stappen te ondernemen, in plaats van ongewenste consumptie, of ongelukkige keuzes, over de wijze waarin deze gegeven broodjes worden verwijderd.

De eerste stap om te nemen met dit broodje; is om met uiterste zorgvuldigheid, het voorheen genoemde belleg te scheiden, van het brood waar het zich tussen bevind. Verplaats dit culinair geserveerde uitwerpsel vervolgens naar de rechtmatige eigenaar. U behoudt voor uzelf het recht, om de keuze te maken wie deze rechtmatige eigenaar is. Een verstandige keuze van de geschikte ontvanger, brengt regelmatig veel vreugde, en kan eventuele stress verminderen. Als op dat zekere moment in u leven, geen rechtmatige eigenaar te vinden is, kunt u ook met conventionele methoden, deze grote boodschap simpelweg deponeren.

De tweede stap is; om vervolgens gewoon de eendjes met het brood te voeren. Kan ze toch niks schelen dat er kak aan heeft gezeten. Als je het brood in het slootwater waar ze in leven gooit, vreten ze het ook gewoon op.

Bij beide stappen wordt het aangeraden om persoonlijke beschermingsmiddellen zoals handschoenen te dragen. En indien gewenst, de voorwerpen goed verpakt in een zakje, ter voorkoming van het morsen over een vloer.