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Have you ever noticed how people nowadays seem so keen on justifying their choices, tastes, actions, personality traits, and anything else that subjectivates them? Not rarely, they present the rationale behind their value judgments in poor axiological fashion, searching for some kind of ethical, aesthetic or spiritual superiority. And they do so under the pretentious guise of an objective critique, healthy commentary, or something of the sort. Yet they have neither critical nor scientific basis to back their claims, which are no more than that: opinions of little to no value, born of prejudice or poorly formed judgments. Just like this text unapologetically is.

Are you neurospicy and looking for a pet? Or maybe you have taken it to the next level and are looking for a neurospicy pet??? You came to the right blog post. And since I am all in for accessibility, that also includes you, who may simply be into funny texts about parrots. Yeas, even if you are an oh-so-tedious-neurotypical. The title says it all: I’ll give you evidence parrots are freaking awesome companions for those neurodivergent at heart.

If I didn’t know better, you’d have me say the way today’s feeds, playlists, watchlists and what-nots are geared for our liking has strongly undermined the rate we witness serendipity… Or however else you might call it: synchronicity, fortune, fate, confirmation bias.

On Friday, a friend told me about a film script he’d written eight years ago. He wanted me to give it a look, so that we could discuss its narrative development. When I saw it was 150-page long, I thought it would take me way longer than an afternoon to finish it. Boy, was I wrong. I read it all on a whim, despite my literary hungover of late.