The necessity and compulsion to share every single fucking thought or emotion with polyamorous partners, for the purpose of avoiding the minor miscommunications or misunderstandings that may not complicate a monogamous relationship, but which may snowball when there are three or more people involved.
Will cause poly relationships to develop at a ridiculous pace, as nothing is ever kept to one's self. Will also seem really, really crazy sometimes.
Omg I'm sorry I was a little distant just now; I was worried I might feel a little neglected eventually, even though I'm not feeling that way at all right now. I was just imagining how it might feel some day. Also, I kind of resent you for that eventuality.
Providing more personal information than is absolutely necessary. Typically done when two or more people are conversing and details of one's sexual life creep into the discussion - or overly gross and disgusting details are included. Sometimes used in reference to loud cell phone users.
"dude, you know how like when I eat eggs and it gives me this horrible gas? Well, like I really had to go and I couldn't sit down on the toilet seat because the last guy left some crap on the seat and so I didn't want to touch it so I hovered and it came out and hit the wall and..."
Friend: "Dude, that's oversharing."
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."