@LordSupremeChess said in #40:
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No need to waste that energy; they're probably just mindless conformists.
@ThePracticeGuy said in #41:
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> No need to waste that energy; they're probably just mindless conformists.
Bwahahaha "just mindless conformists" I can't bwahahahah.
hey guys should i make a 67 haters team
@ryanshen15 said in #33:
> > I want to take this moment—this incredibly important, deeply significant moment—to offer what I hope will be received as a heartfelt, genuine, and thoroughly sincere apology for something that has been weighing heavily on my conscience, something that I realize now, with the crystal-clear benefit of hindsight and reflection, was absolutely, unequivocally wrong of me to do. I am referring, of course, to the incident—and I use that word deliberately because it truly was an incident of considerable consequence—when I said "six seven." Just those two words. Six. Seven. I said them, and in doing so, I failed to consider, to truly contemplate and hold space for, the feelings, emotions, thoughts, perspectives, viewpoints, and internal experiences of the other people around me.
> > I want you to know that I've spent countless hours—and I mean truly countless, seemingly infinite hours—thinking about this, replaying the moment over and over again in my mind like some kind of terrible movie that I can't stop watching, analyzing every single aspect of what happened, dissecting my motivations, examining my mindset at that particular point in time, and coming to understand, really deeply understand in the core of my being, just how thoughtless, how inconsiderate, how utterly and completely insensitive I was being when those numbers left my mouth. Six seven. Who was I to say those numbers? What gave me the right, the audacity, the sheer unmitigated gall to vocalize those particular sequential digits without first pausing, taking a breath, looking around the room, making eye contact with each person present, and asking myself the crucial, fundamental question: "But what about everyone else's feelings?"
> > The truth is—and I say this with complete and total honesty, the kind of raw, vulnerable honesty that comes from a place of genuine remorse and self-awareness—I was being selfish. There, I said it. Selfish. I was thinking only of myself, of my own need or desire or inexplicable compulsion to say "six seven" in that moment, without regard for how it might land on others, how it might make them feel, what emotions it might stir up, what memories it might trigger, what associations those numbers might have for different people based on their unique life experiences, cultural backgrounds, personal histories, and individual sensitivities.
> > And I know—I absolutely know, with every fiber of my being—that saying "I'm sorry" isn't enough. It's not nearly enough. Words are just words, after all, and while I'm using a great many of them right now in this extended, elaborate, thoroughly comprehensive apology, I recognize that what really matters is not the quantity of words but the quality of understanding, growth, and change that they represent. I need you to know that this isn't just me going through the motions, performing contrition like some kind of theatrical exercise. This is real. This is me, standing before you—metaphorically speaking, of course, though if you needed me to literally stand before you, I would absolutely do that too—and laying bare my soul, exposing my flaws, acknowledging my shortcomings, and committing, truly committing with every ounce of determination I possess, to being better, to doing better, to thinking before I speak, especially when what I'm speaking involves numbers, particularly sequential numbers, and most especially when those numbers happen to be six and seven.
> > I've been doing a lot of personal work around this, really interrogating my behavior patterns, my communication style, my tendency to just blurt out numbers without considering the broader implications and the emotional landscape of the people in my vicinity. I've been asking myself hard questions like: Why did I feel the need to say "six seven" at that particular moment? What void was I trying to fill? Was I seeking attention? Was I trying to demonstrate knowledge of numerical sequences? Was there some unconscious pattern at play, some deep-seated issue stemming from my relationship with numbers, with counting, with the very concept of mathematical progression? These are not easy questions to sit with, but sit with them I must, because that's what accountability looks like. That's what it means to truly take responsibility for one's actions, or in this case, one's words, one's numerical utterances, one's thoughtless vocalization of integers.
> > I also want to acknowledge—because acknowledgment is such a crucial part of this process—that my saying "six seven" didn't happen in a vacuum. It happened in a social context, in a space shared with other human beings who have their own thoughts, feelings, needs, and boundaries. And by ignoring those feelings, by steamrolling over them with my careless number-saying, I created harm. Maybe it was small harm, maybe it was large harm—I don't get to be the judge of that, because I wasn't the one on the receiving end of my "six seven" statement. But regardless of the magnitude, harm is harm, and the impact matters more than my intent. I may not have intended to hurt anyone, to dismiss anyone, to make anyone feel unheard or unseen or devalued, but if that's what happened—and I have to assume that on some level it did, otherwise why would I be making this apology?—then I need to own that. I need to sit with that discomfort and let it inform my future behavior.
> > Moving forward, I pledge to be more mindful, more conscious, more deliberately aware of the presence and the humanity of others before I say things like "six seven" or frankly any other numerical sequence, whether it's two three, nine ten, fifteen sixteen, or any other combination of consecutive or non-consecutive numbers. I will pause. I will breathe. I will consider. I will ask myself: "Is this number-saying necessary? Is it kind? Is it appropriate given the current social and emotional context? Have I checked in with the people around me to ensure they're in a headspace to receive numerical information? Am I centering their feelings and experiences, or am I just centering my own desire to vocalize mathematical concepts?" These are the questions I will ask myself, every single time, without fail, because that's the kind of person I want to be—the kind of person who thinks before they speak, who values community over individual expression, who understands that sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is simply remain silent, especially when it comes to saying numbers.
> > I hope that over time, through consistent demonstration of changed behavior, through ongoing commitment to emotional intelligence and interpersonal sensitivity, through active listening and genuine empathy, I can rebuild whatever trust may have been damaged or eroded by my thoughtless "six seven" statement. I know that trust isn't given; it's earned, and it's earned slowly, through repeated actions that align with stated values, through showing up authentically and consistently, through proving that I've learned from my mistakes and grown into a more considerate, more aware, more emotionally attuned version of myself. I'm committed to that journey. I'm committed to that growth. I'm committed to being someone who thinks about other people's feelings before saying numbers, and really, before saying anything at all.
> > So please, if you can find it in your heart, accept this lengthy, admittedly quite verbose, perhaps even excessively wordy apology for saying "six seven" and ignoring your feelings. I truly, deeply, sincerely regret it, and I promise to do better.
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> Hm........All I hear is yap yap yap....67.....yap yap yap....random words blah blah blah......regret.....blah
> Bro there are kids here
> I am a kid
> Everyone who says 67 here is a kid
> Showing that the 67 haters have a 60% chance of having no kids
> AND being single
> so do you wanna be single?
> no?Thats what I thought
> Be nice to kids
> and maybe they will stop saying 67
> ....
> right?!
that is a very chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhunkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkky text
@CoffeeBeanKiller said in #42:
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> > No need to waste that energy; they're probably just mindless conformists.
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> Bwahahaha "just mindless conformists" I can't bwahahahah.
What else would it be? I mean, imagine that you are alone, perhaps in the streets, and you see a "67" on a car's plate number. You obviously aren't gonna say OMG, IS THAT A frickin SSIIIIIXX SEV- like, no. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD SAY THAT OUT LOUD. Or maybe you could be like "oh, a 'six-seven'" and that's it. Unless... you are in a group, filled with "six-seven" fans. I guess that is because people like to follow trends or groups (whatever they be) due to our social nature, BUT WHY F-ING IN THE DAMN FORUMS??
@@chesspanda6 said in #38:
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> subtract another 67*67 from that and I think you have a rough estimate
U mean they have **-4556** Elo???
@Wonder-Boy5 said in #28:
> <marquee direction="left" span style="color:red"> I hate 67 </marquee>
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> copy paste in your reply and see in preview
wait that's actually cool
@Harmlesspotato_196 said in #46:
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> > subtract another 67*67 from that and I think you have a rough estimate
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> U mean they have **-4556** Elo???
Changed my mind. Multiple that by another 67^67
stop the
' *stop 67! -movement*'
the
'*stop 67! -flooders & -spammers*'
but hey it won't last anyway cos there's nothing to it nothing in it
it's hollow
air gone with the wind
but then again - it's
endless
... mango ... brainrot... flying spaghetti monster ... 67 ...
it'll go on like that
forever
as long as there's bored kids
incapable of figuring out sth cool fun inciting haunting challenging
by themselves
it won't help to tell them to have a look at their rating
they won't care
it's not what they're around for
jus' party in their head all the time
they stop when they grow up
but new ones that aren't babies anymore
are already keeping that wheel turnin'