greenmangostudio

Colleagues, i have been thinking about this and wondering!!!!, I don't want to self disclose about my experiences but Is there an evolutionary or psychological reason why our brains seem to prioritize awkward memories over ordinary daily experiences? I've often noticed that a small social mistake from childhood or an embarrassing comment made years ago can resurface in incredible detail, while routine events from just a few days ago fade almost completely. What processes in the brain influence this difference in memory retention? Do emotions such as shame, anxiety, or fear strengthen the encoding of certain experiences, making them easier to recall later? Additionally, how do factors like repetition, novelty, stress hormones, and personal significance affect whether a memory becomes long-lasting? I'm curious about the roles of the amygdala and hippocampus in this process and whether remembering embarrassing situations may have offered any adaptive advantages throughout huma...

This happened over the last two months, but TODAY was the day my family stopped introducing me as “Daniel” and started introducing me as “his guardian.” I wish I were joking. So for context: My family is enormous. Not cute enormous. Not “big Thanksgiving” enormous. I mean the kind of family where random people show up at reunions and everyone just collectively decides: “Yeah that’s probably a cousin.” We have at least four men named Rick who may or may not be the same person. Anyway, my Aunt Linda called me one afternoon asking if I could “help out with Tyler for a little while.” Tyler is my cousin. He’s nineteen. He’s technically an adult, but in the same way raccoons are technically citizens of the forest. Apparently Tyler had gotten into “a situation.” This turned out to mean: he lost his apartment his car exploded he tried making money flipping cryptocurrency based on “wolf energy” and he had recently attempted to microwave a hardboiled egg “to see what...

I have a string hanging from my genitals, there’s still blood coming out, and I’m experiencing significant abdominal pain. Please excuse me if I didn‘t remove my maxi pad from my underwear after I got out of the shower and went straight back to bed. My wife is having the time of her life teasing me during my recovery from a ureteroscopy and laser lithotripsy procedure. They stuck a fiber optic cable up my penis, through my bladder, and into the ureter to laser a small (8mm) kidney stone. They left a shunt of some sort up there, and there is a string hanging out of my pee hole for the next 8 days, at which point they will give me a local anesthetic and pull it out. I asked if the needle went into my belly and the nurse practitioner said “nice try, you know exactly where the needle goes.“ There is still a decent amount of blood that drips from me. I can’t really hold it when I need to go. I go from 0-100 real quick and start feeling pain. It no longer burns when I pee, but my bladd...

Well this sucks. My roomie and i had ordered a couple pep pizzas tonight for a fun bro hangout and movie. Things were looking like a good setup, double pep, stuffed crust, and I've been perfecting my at home mustard bar and homemade relishes. For some reason the delivery driver didn't hand us the pizzas but just sat them on the welcome mat, which was the same tan color as the box, so of course it's just my luck that I open the door and stomp up the pizzas. The top pizza box broke and my shoe went right into the pepperonis. Roomie came to see what the commotion was about and we exchanged a few harsh words with each other, I ended up acting out and kicked the pizzas down the stair well. I regretted it immediately but the pies were done for. I feel so fucking stupid. Roomie ended up going to a drive thru and I had a pretty minimal relish tray. Didnt even end up watching the movie. Stupid end to a stupid night. TLDR, I stomped on a pizza and created a disaster.

Some background: My wife is from Taiwan and understands basic Mandarin, my father in law has significantly more comfort with Mandarin. ​ We went out with our young infant son and my father in law for his birthday that was very nice! In teaching our son the names for his grandparents (The Mandarin words intended for the parents on the maternal side) we repeatedly were saying. "Say happy birthday to your 'gon gon'" and say thank you to "Gon Gon". Terms that we had learned from my mother-in-law, who of course is excellent skill in Mandarin. It definitely was getting some strange reactions from him, that we were surprised about considering he is very happy interacting with his grandson. He finally speaks up and says that word is the wrong word, and starts describing how emperor in China would have male servants around him that had certain surgeries performed so they would not go after the concubines.... We come to find out that we are using the word fo...

Usual “this actually happened a while ago” disclaimer (sorry). Months ago, I was at the local drag show that I attend every week. The way it works is that the drag show starts at about half 9, goes on until around 11, after which it opens up into a gay club night. I’ve been going there since my first year of uni, and now I’m a graduate, so I’m very familiar with the regular attendees as well as the bar and door staff. I know many of them on a first-name basis. The thing is that, because my friends and I are loyal customers, we tend to get away with more than the average clubgoer would, specifically with poppers. Poppers as a substance exist in this “legal to own, illegal to consume” grey area where I am, but most of the time the bouncers tend to turn a blind eye to us doing them as long as we keep it discreet. So I’m on my regular club sesh, drinking a Venom and dancing to Club Classics (Best song on Brat btw) when it transitions to "Rush" by Troye Sivan. Immediately...