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Where’s the part where he suffers?
It came after “the cure” when he never felt as happy again
I have to fight the urge to start a debate if trains or ships are cooler
Ships, trains and planes are all cool.
Trucks though…
Trucks used for transportation of goods are cool
Trucks for the transportation of goods are okay, I guess…
Trucks for the transportation of overinflated egos, on the other hand, are complete wastes of workmanship and resources.
The nuance could start a rhetorical war
mfw normies existed in ancient Greece reeeeeeeeeeeeeee
What’s the derogatory term for boat foamers?
Fortunately he was cured of the crazy obsession of being happy and giving a fuck about things.
Damn, and they even pathologized it. I guess some things never change.
Maybe we should pathologize neurotypicals’ tendencies to pathologize anything they can’t relate to.
It’s certainly xenophobia at the very least
Imagine being the ruler of that city and letting him get “cured” instead of having him infodump / give daily reports about this.
Can you imagine a better person to appoint for your harbormaster? Or even a harbormaster assistant, this guy would do it for free and do it better than anyone.
Lord Vetinari would have him on the city payroll.
“You love the boats. I do not, but I love what they mean.” sweeping gesture toward the window
“Really Havelock, why do you suffer such a fool on the city payroll?”
“My dear Margolotta, for the pittance I pay the man, he does the work of 10 others. Fool he may be, but he is an accurate fool.”
<3
An underappreciated part of civilizational development is social technology, as opposed to material technology.
Sometimes people just don’t think of seemingly obvious ways to do things for hundreds or thousands of fucking years. Human society is a funny thing.
One wonders how it manifested itself before ships were invented, or in the ancestral hunter-gatherer environment. Surely there must have been autistic nomads.
Shamans.
“Look, he said he knows where all the fruit bearing trees in this forest are. Not a lot of them, all of them. He pointed out a squirrel the other day and told it he was glad to see that it made it through the winter. I don’t know how he does it, but if he says we have to move because the squirrels are starting to move to new trees, who am I to argue? We move.”
This feels so true. Modern day version maybe. Always been drawn towards spiritual things and the amount of dark stuff I trigger in others is crazy. It’s been a journey to understand and accept. But it’s good doing some healing, for others and myself.
This feels spot on.
Add star constellations and telling immersive stories while guarding the fire at night to the list.
Don’t forget putting entirely too much effort into building contraptions with sticks, clay, wood, rope, etc. Somebody had to invent the forge bellows.
probably witnessing mammoths or other animals return to their nest.
However I don’t think the happiness would last long
What did that doctor do to him?
Small procedure involving a ball peen hammer and metal spike applied to the back of the eye socket we would recognize today as a lobotomy.
Maybe. I don’t know shit about it.
I don’t think they had lobotomies yet at the time. But might have been something in that vein.
I think trepanning would be the closest thing, drilling a hole in the skull to relieve pressure/let evil spirits escape.
gave him a mask
probably leeches
Boatspotting
Sports nerds vibes
