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    [–] TIFU when I was overheard masturbating and prompted a family therapy session GreenGirl846 11 points ago in tifu

    I wasn't loud. My dad was just walking through the hallway and overheard. I also don't usually have my door closed, so he found this suspicious.

    I would say it's more like slightly louder breathing. Not dramatic whining and screaming.

    [–] No words... GreenGirl846 3 points ago in trashy

    So did his balls get deflated too?

    [–] Unreported rape is a much bigger problem than false accusations of rape. GreenGirl846 42 points ago in unpopularopinion

    Most sexual assault statistics are obtained though gathering information from sexual assault services (hotlines, counseling session, etc.). Counselors ask the survivors if they have reported their sexual assaults to authorities. If they haven’t, they are considered “unreported”. Just to clarify how these statistics came to be.

    [–] Cardi B is just god awful GreenGirl846 5 points ago in unpopularopinion

    It really bothers me that she has had gang affiliations and continues to flaunt it. How can you be proud of still being involved in a group that is actively engaged in violent crime?

    [–] What is the worst book that you read for school? GreenGirl846 4 points ago in AskReddit

    Also, English teachers always beat the books to death during the classes. In my one class, we spent over half a year just discussing To Kill a Mockingbird. Talking about it over and over again made me hate a book that is often named the best book of all time.

    [–] “The Untouchables” by Erik Ravelo, Photography, 2015 GreenGirl846 9 points ago in Art

    Thank you for this! In 2014, over 70% of adults in the U.S. were overweight or obese. With an issue that widespread, it's hard to just blame personal choice; there are likely other factors to consider.

    [–] Google > Medical School GreenGirl846 10 points ago in insanepeoplefacebook

    Oh yeah, “big pharma” is the best textbook author. I particularly love his book “Harry Potter and the Doctor’s Guide to Giving Children Autism”.

    [–] Obese people who are capable of exercise have no right to complain about their weight GreenGirl846 1 points ago in unpopularopinion

    I agree that only blaming genetics is oversimplifying the argument. However, fat distribution and metabolic rate is inherited as well as some other diseases (hypothyroidism etc.)that can increase your risk of obesity. I’m not saying that you can’t lose weight with good diet and exercise, but obesity is also a multifaceted disease influenced by genetics, psychology, environment, and social standing. It is more difficult for certain people, and we can never fully understand their circumstances.

    [–] Insects could vanish within a century at current rate of decline, says global review GreenGirl846 171 points ago in science

    With the current food system, I completely agree. The best solution would be to stop being so dependent on monocultures for our food supply. More plant diversity and a strategic use of integrated pest management would reduce the rate of pest resistance and result in less pesticide applications. It's just a matter of trying to get people make the sacrifice of having to eat "ugly" produce to switch to a new, more sustainable system.

    [–] Anti-vaxxers are among the top 'threats to global health' in 2019, WHO declares. GreenGirl846 3 points ago in worldnews

    I was scrolling through the comments and saw this. I have CVID, another type of PI, and related a lot to your comment!

    Hope you are doing better! It's pretty neat to meet someone else who has PI!

    [–] [WP] After you die you get reincarnated into what you've killed the most of. GreenGirl846 7 points ago in WritingPrompts

    The promise of eternity began as a simple seed that implanted itself in the realms of Dr. Mitchell's ever-bustling mind. It was a curious idea, one that required intense deliberation, Dr. Mitchell presumed, much tilling and watering before its enigmatic shoots sprouted into a garden of unforeseen opportunity and beauty. At first he toyed with this notion of everlasting life like a child joyously piecing together a jigsaw puzzle. It was a fun challenge that kept his mind ticking with determination and his heart beating with the adoration only scientific inquiry could bestow.

    But as he felt the pain in his chest amplify to suffocation, heard the rattle of his lungs chime with every breath, and spat out the dark red viscous fluid with each piercing cough, Dr. Mitchell didn't need to see the looming hood of the grim reaper to know his experiment with eternity was no longer a game.

    Dr. Mitchell concluded his anomaly was bacterial after observing the tiny dancing specimens in his microscope. With each new treatment, their dance became more and more sinister. The numbers of the bacteria would dwindle only to inexplicably regain their strength and wreak havoc on Dr. Mitchell's fading breaths. Their tendrils resonated with the laughter of mortality.

    There was no cure. He closed his eyes and could only perceive darkness - an expanse of emptiness that tore into him like a vacuum. As his gaunt body collapsed onto the lab stool, he felt more than just the bacteria feeding at his insides; he felt the entire universe compress him into the minuscule box of his existence. The timeline of his life disappeared into behind the void of space, forgotten, desolate, and irretrievable.

    Suddenly, the seed in his brain grew into a raging weed that encompassed every waking thought. He flipped through every scribbled page of his notebook, analyzed every piece of data, obsessed over the idea that his life was not a closed book. Until finally, with a broken gasp of air, he connected the dots to his universal enigma.

    He could live on... with a sacrifice.

    Dr. Mitchell unearthed the fact that every human could reincarnate to whatever he or she killed the most.

    His mind swirled with confusion. He had a chance to live again. But he didn't want the lowly life of an insect or the intellectual inferiority of a fish. He wanted to be a human - a living, feeling, thinking being that could achieve beyond limits. That was his key to success, to emerging like a phoenix from the flames.

    Perhaps Dr. Mitchell was so intoxicated by the promise of life that he couldn't reason the morality of what he was about to do. Perhaps his condition weakened his mind so much that he couldn't assess the improbability of his new actions. One can only speculate as to what would drive a brilliant, rational man to such drastic measures, but whatever the reasoning, Dr. Mitchell limped from his lab one bright, sunny day.

    Amid the saccharine sounds of birds chirping, the gentle laughs of children playing, and crowds of people shuffling the paths, he sat on the park bench and closed his eyes to Dr. Mitchell's dying world. And with a slight tremor, pressed the button to the explosive device in his bag.

    After the aftermath, one may wonder what happened to the dozens of bodies strewn like the shells of lost souls upon the blood-stained grass. What did they become? One may never know what became of those that died on that fateful day. Perhaps they are flying above your head as birds in the sky or trotting through the forest as a deer. We know where Dr. Mitchell is, however.

    Despite his calamity, he is not walking streets or speaking languages, studying in lecture halls or traveling on a bus. He is floating, a very insignificant speck in a laboratory petri dish, as the very bacteria that drove him to madness.