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The intelligence of a crow is estimated to be comparable to that of a 7-year-old human.
So I’d say yes, we expect more from a human adult.
Holding grudges is bad for us. It causes anxiety, depression and can even lead to feelings of hatred and revenge and other difficult outcomes. So yes, let it go. And if you can’t let it go, talk to the person who hurt you about it in a mature way. Often it’s just a misunderstanding. This will keep you healthy in more ways than one and contribute to happy relationships with those around you.
Easier said than done, but dealing with hurt feelings and letting go of resentment is always the healthy way to go.
I know you’re absolutely right but holding a grudge helped me with my depression and anxiety, cause then I didn’t feel the need to be the best around a person and that everything could be my mistake. No, there is a stupid person that I dislike and most likely it’s their fault!
What if I do not so much hold grudges as have inordinate amounts of trauma related to certain individuals who I both wish to have nothing to do with and be far away from, but also frequently have nightmares about and are the reason I have PTSD?
Nah. 9+1 is satisfying cause 9 is almost there and the 1 completes it. 7+3 is premium because they’re both odd numbers resulting in a nice number. 8+2 is just really meh and nothing special
You are objectively wrong. 7+9 and 7+8 are god tier sums, how could you even categorise them in anything below S tier, that is literally treason. Actual fucking dumbass, your opinions are wrong and you should feel bad.
Fucking math hipsters. The f(x) mod 10 = {0, 5} answers are classics for a reason. Get your head out of your ass. Sure 7+9 is a good niche answer, but it just doesn’t have as satisfying a resolution.
You’re wrong. You’re so wrong. The warm light of everything good in this world has clearly never warmed your face nor caused the roaches to flee from the empty, echoing cavern that holds not but rot, mold, and regret where a brain is sorely missed. I pity you, your parents that birthed you, and all of humanity at large for now knowing a person could be so misguided. I pray for your strength on the inventible day when the faintest candle of reason illuminates the vaguest shadows of comprehension, and you may finally witness your errors, so long called accomplishments, as they loom over you like demon gods eager to drag you to hell in a cage you’ve spent a lifetime creating for yourself.
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