Racism is asserting an inferiority or superiority based on natural race; passively or aggressively.

You can’t just use it any time you see two cultures or societies giving each other shit about their politics, foods, social customs, etc. The context of genealogy needs to be included, i.e. race. Jokes about British teeth are much closer to racism than what dumb-dumb said.

Grok? All I see is it an AI chatbot. Contextually, I doubt that’s what you’re referring to lol. Is it a diving form?

Haha, I just responded to another comment of having to pull myself up from shallow drowning. It’s for real, but I think it’s specific to people with good long capacities—doing a lot longer than the average. I can easily hold my breath for 60s, but 90% of people can’t. Shallow drowning is not a situation 90% of people could find themselves facing.

I always remember brain damage can start occuring after 180s, so start questioning at 120. Nothing wrong with coming up for a couple mins of good fresh air before going down again.

It’s not really about what you can see and clarity, but it’s true that clearer water is much more psychologically inviting.

We’ll bring a smooth granite pebble out with us, while waiting for the swell, drop it down and take turns bringing it back up. We’ve had dolphins join us in the game once before.

But definitely I don’t feel the appeal of diving down and doing that when the sky or water is dark and unclear. It’s less inviting.

I’ve never SCUBAd haha. I don’t know why, it makes sense, but I’ve never been drawn to it and I can’t really explain why. I love the freedom of movement and not having to think about other things.

Feediving I can’t get enough of. But my record swimming underwater is around 2:10 and I enjoyed every second of it—relaxed, efficient, flowing—but I had to stop because it felt like I could do it forever. And that’s the paradox of shallow drowning. When the euphoria of the ocean gets inexplicably more euphoric, the Sirens calling, it’s time to surface. I guess like a diver checking their gauges.

I should try SCUBA, though. I’d love to go deeper. I’d love to find a spot and just hang there for a long time and take it all in.

I grew up on the ocean and one of the most comforting “at home” feelings is being out past the breakers, disconnect my board leash, and just dive deep down, exhale enough air out my lungs to stop floating, and just sit on the ocean floor for a few seconds in beautiful silence.

And then stupid lungs run out of air and I have to resurface.

Edit: And I’m sure that sounds scary to some, but trust me, the water, ocean, and surf are like a best friend that’s not scary at all once you get to know it. Quite the opposite.