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People knowing when they die at the latest will probably mean more than it being 50. At some point after abt 45 life becomes either (finances allowing) a hedonistic spree, gracefully putting your affairs in order, and/or an anxious nightmare watching the hours tick by. Not sure if people will come together enough to demand a kind of pension to allow for a year or two of calm for that, but anyone that can, will take ot anyway.

People will focus on their health a little less when there’s no time for many lifestyle-related illnesses to manifest.

The speed of scientific development slows. People have less time to learn, experiment, and mentor the next generation.

Shoutput to https://standardebooks.org/ if you read from Gutenberg and would like a cleaner ebook format.

Not always… After the tests I was considered to be “broader autism phenotype”, some obvious traits but neurotypical, until after about a year and no further testing the same psychiatrist decided that yes there were enough met criteria and set a diagnosis. 🤷‍♂️

Then again the “some obvious traits” was enough to gain the self-understanding, just I didn’t dare access peer support.

Of course. And every eraser. Even after I’d long since learned that it’s a bad idea. But that moment of the snap is so satisfying.

Acorns in brick wall venting holes, pencil tips in softwood desks, toothpicks in toys…

I got diagnosed at 45. Dear god it was a relief to find out there’s a neurological reason why being forced to/forcing myself to clean my spaces was something I did with massive effort, in tears, through the power of self-hatred, for the first 25-30 years of my life.

Also so much getting things stuck in other things.

I sold “the chair” about half a year ago. Now they take up half the sofa & some floor by the bed.

Tomato Europe vs Potato Europe.

A waffle iron would equally be unwise.

The Nordic model is a capitalist one.