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There were no obvious reasons. An accumulation of life factors, like deaths in the family and job insecurity, led us both into a detached survival state, and her survival instinct is to run. There wasn't much warning, and it happened when I was away for a family event.

This hit me so hard that I bet everything on giving her space to see what she was missing and find the way back. That turned into years of no contact. When we did eventually get in touch again, it was clear that I made a mistake. Life had not been easy for her. We had both likely been going through some kind of breakdown, not knowing the other was experiencing the same.

We're now very close again in a lot of ways. I think it's fair to say we're more honest and trusting with each other than anyone else. We've both grown and matured significantly.

Unfortunately, distance from her family, and I sense some guilt over the whole thing has made it hard to fully reconcile. Now we're on opposite sides of the world. She's still struggling but determined to tick off some big life goals. It's no secret that I would go back to our old life together in a heartbeat, but having so much already weighing on her makes it difficult to even think about relationships.

I'm not sure what the lesson is there. I guess it's about remembering to look out for our own mental wellbeing, because without it we can't fully look out for those we care about.

I was a very well behaved kid, but somehow got punished multiple times for absolute bullshit reasons.

I think the most inexplicable was when I had changed schools. My old school was strict about sun safety. Hats were expected every time we were outside. The new school was the opposite, not allowing hats to be worn indoors at all, because they were only worn by rebellious kids or something.

I still wore one at lunch out of habit, and because I burn easily. One time I was going from one outdoor area to another, and had to pass through a covered walkway. It would have been 2 seconds under cover, but a teacher saw me. I got detention and my hat was confiscated.

Good thing you didn't use British English, then.

I have some gear like that, but only because I bought it all cheaply when one of the manufacturers did a warehouse clearance.

Simon Peyton Jones is about as big an expert on programming languages as you can get, and he's on the record as saying Excel is a functional programming language.

I'm surrounded by forestry operations where I live. I can't go anywhere without getting stuck behind a logging truck on winding and often slippery broads. It's amazing how complacent I've become with these things.

Should have been a sack of doorknobs.

Not being familiar with this place, I'm pretty surprised it's a thing. It just seems terribly impolite to comment on purchases. I never would have done it when I had a cashier job. There are plenty of other things you can make conversation about, you should try to pick up on whether they even want the chitchat. Not everyone does.

The image is from the Nausicaa manga? I need to give that a read.

I heard a comedian call these "infinity knives" a few years back, and now it's all I can call them.

Well shit, I just found an approval email from exactly two years ago... and that's not even my oldest account.

I tried a bunch of Fireforks, and found bugs I couldn't live with in all of them - until I tried Floorp. It was last on my list because the name and icon are ugly so I assumed it wouldn't have as much polish as something like Waterfox. Turns out it's got sensible defaults and works very well, with better performance than vanilla Firefox, so I'm happy.