What I love too is. “People care about housing currently more than enviromental issues”. they also still care about having air to breath in and around that house you turnips. The use of polling to warp issues and redirect conversations in this country is almost comically basic bitch shit.

It was more a kind of backpacker feel but a hotel. You have the front desk as the front of the restraunt. They manage both patrons and guests. I don’t know how I would have coped with a Fawlty coming at me in that state!

OK I probably should start from the beginning. I had just gotten off the plane flying from Aus to Barcelona. Jet-lagged as he’ll I went to the basement bar and had some amazing mojitos. Liquor laws are a bit different in Australia so usually a cocktail is only 1 standard drink. Barcelona they have no such restriction so each of these is like 4 or 5 standard and I have 6. By the time I get to the room I’m feeling pretty toasty and decide to have a shower. I must have lost my memory of the past 20 hours down the drain because I then went auto pilot thinking I was in my own house and needing a glass of water begun the motions of walking out of my hotel room to go to the kitchen. Some fortunate reason I had a hand towel but it was only like halfway down a hall I realised I wasn’t at my house. So covering myself I begin trying to retrace my steps. This resulted in somehow ending up on the floor below knocking on some poor unfortunate persons door. By that point I decided to head to the counter which is also a restraunt. Luckily it was midnight so it was closed. The person at the counter was chill and helped me back to my room. Ride in the old counterweights lift that at best holds 3 people so it was intimate. Woke up the next day filled with shame and a blossoming hangover to remind me why I don’t drink.

It was just like a dream. I ended up on the wrong floor, which was mirrored exactly like my floor. I think I located my room so I knock on the door (to wake my partner) and this poor woman (who was not said partner) answers the door. That was about then I decided I should probably talk to a staff member. hind sight lucky I wasn’t arrested.

I was jet lagged and walked naked out of my hotel room thinking i was still at home. The walk of shame to the lobby was… an experience.

It didn’t happen naturally either. Thanks trauma and social ostricisation for making me hyper vigilant.

Go easy on yourself :) . It’s a spectrum some people are able to some struggle. Personally I am rather good at it. Might miss some ideological nuance but have learnt to trust the vibe with people who I sense are disingenuous.

Neurotypically, yes. Think this is more an autistic joke. We have a tendency to see things happen before most people do. It gets fun when you know someone isn’t a safe person within 5 min of meeting them, but it takes everyone else a good year or so to realise. Issue is that you sound like an arsehole until the issues are manifested in a non subtle manner. How that ties into pattern recognition is that to survive possible dangers in social interactions, you begin to pick up subtle cues as abusers follow a pattern.

I have never heard of a hydraulic bong. That sounds insane. What was your next trick. Turning a bong into a lazer printer?!

There does come a point where it becomes less about the journey and more about looking like a mad scientist.

I didn’t want to

I do an Isopropyl bath then a quick brush with a tooth brush. Makes it grind like new.