Leave it better than you found it

Was wondering how the f birth control can be sound sensitive

Turtle island is the indigenous name for the whole of the continent though. Similar to how they already call themselves America I guess lol.

I’m of both minds here: I see where the person you’re responding to is coming from because most of the day to day stuff is stuff we should take less seriously (e.g. working in the corporate world, social constructs of gender roles etc). But you’re right there are very serious things in the world that are happening often because other people take shit too seriously and fuck it up for everyone else (e.g. “I must be the most powerful person in the world” leading to destroying everything for everyone). We’re forced to take that shit seriously because it’s doing real harm.

You gotta find the balance where you’re not burning yourself out by taking it all too seriously.

When I was around 11 I was at the McDonald’s down the street from my house with a couple of friends. It was just three 11/12 year old girls chilling eating in the back of the restaurant. It was dark out but not late, probably 7 or 8 at night. After a bit my friend leaned over to me and said the guy at the table next to us “looks like (her abusive stepfather)”. Realistically it could not have been her abusive stepfather and she was across the other side of the country.

However, he was creepy and sitting alone and watching us VERY closely. We started getting nervous and at some point I said loudly enough for him to hear “okay, my dad is coming to get us”. He wasn’t, but I was hoping that would make the man leave us alone. He immediately got up and went to go stand just outside of the back door into the parking lot.

We panicked even more and walked to the front entrance of the McDonald’s, called my dad from a payphone. I remember how panicked we must have looked because a random person who was in line came over and asked if we were okay. Thankfully my dad was home and came to get us from the front entrance and we left together.

Another time I was on the last train home from work, I was around 18. A man had gotten on the train near my stop, first sat on a further seat and then moved closer as the trip went on. From my stop, I had to walk about 50 meters to a not-very-well lit taxi pickup area. This man got off at my stop, and as I approached the well-lit exit of the train station I could feel him following me. I almost went outside and then thought better of it. Turned back and thankfully found a transit worker on the platform. I asked him if he could walk me to the taxis and he did. As my taxi was driving away I saw the man who had been following me walk back further into the train station. As I mentioned, it was the last train of the night so he had no reason to have gotten off at the stop if it wasn’t his stop. There were no businesses or anything else around. Anyway my favourite part of this story (not favourite) is that when the transit worker was walking me over to the taxis he said something along the lines of “oh you’re just too cute thats why that man is following you”. No thank you.

Always trust your gut, kids.

If this ever happens again, or for anyone reading this, the best thing to do if you’re being trailed in a car is to drive to a police station. (Despite the other dangers that can also cause unfortunately)

If you think that mentally challenged people dont understand when someone is mocking them, or that its okay to mock someone just because they dont understand it, then you are the problem.

It’s not that people are offended for the mentally challenged, it’s the fact that people started using it to refer to people who were not mentally challenged but were just acting a specific way. In this way equating being mentally challenged with being stupid (or whatever else was implied by it).

It’s kind of fucking rude to equate having a certain disability with being stupid.

People used to use the word a lot in this sense. At some point, that became unacceptable so people stopped using the word in this sense. And now, because less people use it in an offensive sense, people think it’s okay to start doing it again without (as the case is proven by OP) realizing what it does in the long term.

I know this is about the people we just lost and that hurts but also I just re-watched 10 things I hate about you and I’m still not over Heath y’all. I could never.

Sir that’s a 6 year old.

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Facebook makes me question humanity most tbh.

IG’s algorithm is so well-attuned that I very rarely see content I don’t like.

Twitter’s a dumpster fire I don’t touch. and Reddit is just phobic garbage nowadays.

I always score borderline on autism tests but I’ve been told I have symptoms of adhd by my therapist so I wonder if they’re cancelling each other out.

Fried plantain with eggs and beans

If it’s a job that affords you the ability to still be able to enjoy the things you want to do, then it’s definitely not a wasted life. The worthiness of life isn’t defined by the way we earn money.

That being said, if you’re looking for other jobs that are maybe less taxing so that you can have more time to enjoy your life, and if you can afford it, you could go do something easier for sure. (I certainly wouldn’t classify fighting as an ‘easy’ job). The security guys at my work get to do whatever basically for 10 of the 12 hrs they work, one guy is writing a book, the other guy learned different languages. You could try something like that? And then if you have energy after you can go to open mics or something to get your musical talent out in the world without feeling stressed about needing to make money off it.

I read the first blurb and thought ‘meh I don’t know if I’d be into that’ then I saw the picture. I will give the man a shot.

It’s me, I’m weak.

I saw one yesterday where the person didn’t use a pillow case and the spots on their pillow and bed where they presumably lay were browned. Is that normal?

As someone who was a server and in customer service for 10+ years, there’s definitely people that can become friends. There are also people who are purely customers whose name I remember and who I think of fondly at times. Those relationships can make a big difference in people’s lives sometimes, even if for others (like in this comment section), service people are barely human…

I’m housesitting this week and I was so thrown when I opened the cupboards and found nothing but nice china. I guess this is probably his plan but my anxiety has me eating out of his plastic take out containers instead lmao.