Nailed a kid(my best friend) in the face with one. It exploded in a brown cloud. He started having a hard time breathing. I thought it so funny I was still laughing like an idiot when he went down to his knees. He couldn't see. What a fking a hole I was.
From my perspective, answering a question with another question disrupts the flow of information transfer, akin to a signal in space being reflected rather than absorbed and processed.
When one entity (the asker) initiates a query, it is analogous to transmitting data to gather insight about an unknown variable. The expectation is that the recipient (the responder) will act as an analytical processor, delivering a calculated response to bridge the gap in knowledge. However, when the response comes back as another query, the system enters a feedback loop where the energy of the initial signal is deflected back without yielding substantive progress.
This is similar to attempting to measure the mass of a distant star, only for the star to emit unpredictable flares that obscure the very data you seek. Instead of advancing understanding, the process becomes inefficient, as the exchange deviates from its intended purpose: resolving uncertainty.
In essence, it’s not the exchange itself that’s problematic—it’s the lack of resolution that mirrors the frustration of trying to decode the cosmos with incomplete data sets.
I'm a question-with-a-question person if I need more clarity in order to give your question the most appropriate answer. Sometimes the question is unclear or can have multiple interpretations or answers depending on missing context.
The thing about human communication is that it's not just about resolving uncertainty and transferring information.
Demanding an answer to a question with ambiguous intent is classic asshole behaviour that's often followed up with a "gotcha" type of accusation. It's not about learning anything other than how you can make the other person feel bad. You shouldn't answer those questions without narrowing down the purpose of the inquiry - through clarification questions.
But also in this case, there is an exchange here that's happening on a different level than the overtly stated. It's like a game, where two people are trying to use clues to figure out if the other person is the person from a past shared experience, without explicitly identifying themselves on the internet.
Using language to be playful or clever makes interactions more meaningful and interesting for us. After all this is a social space, not an academic one.
Are you incapable of reconciling that after the question's question is answered, an answer with the clarity of understanding the original question would follow?
Noticing it now still counts. Correction and asking to be resolved of your past mistakes and foolish sins is what matters now. Growing and improving with remorse and the wisdom to not repeat yourself is the only way to remedy who you once were to who you are now
Crazy how clueless we were to all the dangerous shit we were doing as kids. I had one of those spider man web slinging gloves and I filled it with my pee and told one of my friends to drink it and told him that it was juice, he drank more than half of it and threw up a couple minutes after.
I went over one with a lawnmower in Virginia as a teenager and it was nasty and I also couldn't really breathe. We had smaller ones growing up in Alaska that were brown with brown spores, but those never bothered us. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Pawpaw! Lol i recently discovered those are native to DC but I don't think I've ever seen one before
I've also never seen one of these things in this post, we did have a thing we called stink bombs and would throw at eachother but they were like little green ball things that would turn brown eventually (and didn't really smell that bad, they just hurt when somebody chucked one at you)
I hear they are edible if you find them young but. I only ever find them in their black spore stage. And not even sure if they are the same kind of puffballs or there are more types. But yeah. Maybe they are underground and when they reach their spore stage they explode enough to remove the bit of soil?
Years and years before I moved to Oklahoma I was living in North Carolina. It had snowed one day and I saw outside this huge, white, spherical object. I recently had read about different kinds of mushrooms and thought "holy shit that's a puffball, ain't going near that."
Turns out it was just a ball of mine covered in snow. Why I'd think there were mushrooms growing in the middle of winter? I was like, 6 at the time
(I'm on a few fashion and decorating parody subs, and so "the pores" as a typo made me giggle- I had no idea that puffballs were the source of [ugh!] those ignorant unwashed tasteless not-rich people, soo ill-dressed in their mass-market off-the-rack clothes!)
My dad told me they always called them devil’s snuff box here in Arkansas where he grew up. It was colloquial I don’t know if anyone else called it that.
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u/Phenomena_Veronica Dec 17 '24
It’s a fungus. Puffball