There are too many people that call themselves what they are not, including on this very server. The design industry seems the worst, but I'm sure its the same in other professions. Everyone with 3 months of some Google class, suddenly calls themself an UI/UX Designer, while the craft (especially UX) takes years to develop. I also know a lot of professional designers that have 20+ years of experience, and still don't call themselves experts. Lucky for us, the professional market also sees through those fake designers. So, hone your craft, become better, and stop calling yourselves UI/UX Designers, when you are not. Or Full Stack Developer, when you only do HTML and CSS. Or Open Heart Surgeon, when you are only a masseuse.
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Why is my BLACK friend so racist?
So I was playing chess with my BLACK friend the other day and something rather curious happened. As we were about to start playing he asked, โCould I play as white this time?โ Why is my BLACK friend being so racist????? Clearly your color doesnโt matter and as privileged white man myself I could not bear listening to these words!!!!!! Black? White? Itโs all the same guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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only the fattest NA fan can hold his taco โ 
โ This scallywag's deck be kookoo bananas!
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เญงเผผเฒ ็โ เผฝเญจ โThis scallywag's deck be kookoo bananas!โ โ โMe deck can nae scourge tis deck!โ โ โThis swab needed precisely them cards to send me deck to Davey Jonesโ locker.โ โ โHe top-pillaged th' only card on the high seas that could best me.โ โ โThar was naught I could do.โ โ โI weathered that perfectlyโ โ เญงเผผเฒ ็โ เผฝเญจ
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This Copypasta Is CRAZY!
Unrealized losses
She runs her hand through your thinning hair and laughs. โWhat?โ you ask absentmindedly. Youโre looking at Futures, and youโre surprised to see them red.
โI want you to play with me.โ She says it playfully, but the single ounce of you that isnโt totally aloof realizes she said this in earnest. And so you do. You throw your phone, and you pin her to the sofa, then the ground. You both roll about, wrestling, like lion cubs. Kissing, lightly biting. Sometime later, you both stop, breathing hard. She grabs an open bottle of red wine, and you pass it back and forth. Eventually she says, โI want to do that more.โ
But youโve already found your phone again to check Futures. Still red. โUh huh,โ you say, distracted. She stares at you for a long moment, but you donโt realize it. Silently, she gets up and goes to bed, and you donโt say a word because you donโt notice.
She hasnโt left you yet, but she will soon.
Unrealized losses.
