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I always joke that dating as an adult is kind of like trying to hit a bullet with another bullet. Everyone has so much going on and is working so hard in other aspects of life that it's really hard to find a moment where everything aligns perfectly for two different people at the exact same time. For me, that makes it comforting to think that you can do everything right and it still might not work out. It's no one's fault, it just happens.
Look at it this way, you got six months of wonderful companionship with someone. I know you feel like you got punched in the gut but I bet those months of happiness were worth some momentary pain, surprising as it may be.
If it helps any, dating gets easier the older you get at least in my experience. People get better at understanding their own emotions and articulating what it is they want. You'll learn how to watch out for tricky situations like this and how to comfort yourself when the worst happens.
I know moral victories suck and that this one will hurt for a while but it sounds like you're doing pretty well to me.
Just wanted to say that I needed to read this. Inforoo's people are awesome. Period. #backfromapoolparty
At the beginning of the month, I started working out every day, which is something I haven't done in decades. I don't care so much about losing weight (obv a bonus), but I want to feel like I have enough stamina to get through 4 days of Bonnaroo next year. I can feel I'm getting old and I don't like it.
I've had my first cup of coffee (cold brew) after a week. It was too much. I'm too hyper now.
Clearly you know this but you've got to be real careful with cold brew. If I'm ordering from some place new I definitely ask them about their brewing process and how much they dilute it afterwards. Otherwise I feel like my skeleton might pop out of my skin.
I've had my first cup of coffee (cold brew) after a week. It was too much. I'm too hyper now.
Clearly you know this but you've got to be real careful with cold brew. If I'm ordering from some place new I definitely ask them about their brewing process and how much they dilute it afterwards. Otherwise I feel like my skeleton might pop out of my skin.
It was Dunkin Donuts
I definitely won't be drinking for a while.
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Clearly you know this but you've got to be real careful with cold brew. If I'm ordering from some place new I definitely ask them about their brewing process and how much they dilute it afterwards. Otherwise I feel like my skeleton might pop out of my skin.
It was Dunkin Donuts
I definitely won't be drinking for a while.
Heh, I drink a Dunkins Md Cold Brew with skim every single day. I think my body is mostly caffeine at this point.
Heh, I drink a Dunkins Md Cold Brew with skim every single day. I think my body is mostly caffeine at this point.
That was exactly the thing I had. I used to be fine with cold brews, but I've decreased my caffeine consumption recently, and this was just like a shock.
Clearly you know this but you've got to be real careful with cold brew. If I'm ordering from some place new I definitely ask them about their brewing process and how much they dilute it afterwards. Otherwise I feel like my skeleton might pop out of my skin.
It was Dunkin Donuts
I definitely won't be drinking for a while.
You should definitely hold up the Dunkin line asking about steeping time and bean sourcing.
when people say doing art isn't a job, and there isn't work bullshit when trying to just release art:
I always laugh at how when I release a playlist to a group, people want to be "added" to an obviously DJ oriented playlist. It's like asking someone to change their piece of art by adding their finger touch to it. Also the tenements of hip-hop is dead.
I'm beyond addicted to caffeine. Most days I wake up and drink some Mio Energy-infused water before showering. Get to work at six thirty, set up the cafe and have two shots of espresso over ice. Cafe opens at 8, first pot of coffee gets dumped at 9, and I have a cup of that. That's when I consider myself ready for the day. I usually have a cup or two more throughout the day but stop by 3pm so I can still fall asleep.
On paydays I'll celebrate two more weeks of working in retail without flipping my shit by having a venti cold brew at x1.5 strength or with 5 shots over ice.
Weekends are fine though, just a cup in the morning.
Don't be like me. I still come in under the recommended daily limit for caffeine but I'm not crazy about feeling like I need it to function.
I'm beyond addicted to caffeine. Most days I wake up and drink some Mio Energy-infused water before showering. Get to work at six thirty, set up the cafe and have two shots of espresso over ice. Cafe opens at 8, first pot of coffee gets dumped at 9, and I have a cup of that. That's when I consider myself ready for the day. I usually have a cup or two more throughout the day but stop by 3pm so I can still fall asleep.
On paydays I'll celebrate two more weeks of working in retail without flipping my shit by having a venti cold brew at x1.5 strength or with 5 shots over ice.
Weekends are fine though, just a cup in the morning.
Don't be like me. I still come in under the recommended daily limit for caffeine but I'm not crazy about feeling like I need it to function.
I drink one cup of coffee per day. Sometimes (because I work 12 hours) I will drink one after lunch if it was a sleepy meal. I drank my first coke in over 2 weeks today instead of after lunch coffee.
I drink a yellow Red Bull most work days but will usually drink a glass of cold brew / coffee milk at home if I’m there in the day. Only time I have more than one is if I’m dead after lunch or if it’s a festival day since I’m not going to be tripping, rolling or bumping.
More importantly, someone brought home a box of sno-caps from Lion King. I forgot how much I like semi-sweet. When you’re a kid I feel like milk chocolate chips (not necessarily baked into shit) are right. But once you delve into more cocoa and dark chocolates and get used to that bitter, semi-sweet is a nice compromise.
Post by actually @fortyfive33 now on Jul 25, 2019 0:21:03 GMT -5
My parents are coming in this weekend to help move me out.
This will not end well.
I got a PTSD diagnosis a few months ago. I'll give three guesses as to who the neuropsych folks thought who was to blame.
They're very controlling people. Hell, I've never thought they saw me as an actual human being. They've certainly never acted like they see me as one. No personal space, never given any thought to what I think even in my own damn apartment. We got into an argument over the layout of my pantry, for god's sake. I had to not-so-politely remind them that they don't fucking live here.
Even if they don't realize it, I'm fucking terrified of them and the idea of moving back in with them, even temporarily. Like, afraid for my life levels of terrifying.
They don't like that I don't talk to them often, but what they don't realize is that I avoid them because talking to them is like walking through a minefield. It's just a matter of time before something blows up in my face, no matter if it's my fault.
I moved to Columbia to get away from them. At worst, I had six hours to get out of town before they came down and bludgeoned me to death. Now I'll have two minutes. Fun.
God forbid I have to explain this:
They don't understand the disabilities we've known about for 22 years. Me being ace? Oh man that'll be a shit show.
Their views towards minorities in general are not fun (never mind that I am one). But bring sexual minorities and...yeah let's just say there are multiple closeted gay people in the family. If they came out they might be disowned.
I've been threatened with banishment over far less.
I got a PTSD diagnosis a few months ago. I'll give three guesses as to who the neuropsych folks thought who was to blame.
They're very controlling people. Hell, I've never thought they saw me as an actual human being. They've certainly never acted like they see me as one. No personal space, never given any thought to what I think even in my own damn apartment. We got into an argument over the layout of my pantry, for god's sake. I had to not-so-politely remind them that they don't fucking live here.
Even if they don't realize it, I'm fucking terrified of them and the idea of moving back in with them, even temporarily. Like, afraid for my life levels of terrifying.
They don't like that I don't talk to them often, but what they don't realize is that I avoid them because talking to them is like walking through a minefield. It's just a matter of time before something blows up in my face, no matter if it's my fault.
I moved to Columbia to get away from them. At worst, I had six hours to get out of town before they came down and bludgeoned me to death. Now I'll have two minutes. Fun.
God forbid I have to explain this:
They don't understand the disabilities we've known about for 22 years. Me being ace? Oh man that'll be a shit show.
Their views towards minorities in general are not fun (never mind that I am one). But bring sexual minorities and...yeah let's just say there are multiple closeted gay people in the family. If they came out they might be disowned.
I've been threatened with banishment over far less.
Check out the Reddit community RaisedByNarcissists, it’s actually a really supportive group and a good place to vent
I got a PTSD diagnosis a few months ago. I'll give three guesses as to who the neuropsych folks thought who was to blame.
They're very controlling people. Hell, I've never thought they saw me as an actual human being. They've certainly never acted like they see me as one. No personal space, never given any thought to what I think even in my own damn apartment. We got into an argument over the layout of my pantry, for god's sake. I had to not-so-politely remind them that they don't fucking live here.
Even if they don't realize it, I'm fucking terrified of them and the idea of moving back in with them, even temporarily. Like, afraid for my life levels of terrifying.
They don't like that I don't talk to them often, but what they don't realize is that I avoid them because talking to them is like walking through a minefield. It's just a matter of time before something blows up in my face, no matter if it's my fault.
I moved to Columbia to get away from them. At worst, I had six hours to get out of town before they came down and bludgeoned me to death. Now I'll have two minutes. Fun.
God forbid I have to explain this:
They don't understand the disabilities we've known about for 22 years. Me being ace? Oh man that'll be a shit show.
Their views towards minorities in general are not fun (never mind that I am one). But bring sexual minorities and...yeah let's just say there are multiple closeted gay people in the family. If they came out they might be disowned.
I've been threatened with banishment over far less.
This is a really tough situation and I'm sorry that's what you've gotta deal with right now. Thinking good thoughts for you.
Also waking up early and going on a long run then laying on the couch with a giant cup of coffee is pure bliss. Endorphins + caffeine + knowing I don't have to do jack shit the rest of the day is incredible.
I'll settle for a quiet morning with a cup of coffee and some peaceful music though.
And if my previous posts didn't make it clear, I'm one of the dorks who likes to know where my beans come from and what they will taste like and so on. There's a shop near me that roasts, in my opinion, the best beans in Atlanta. Last week when I went to get a bag the barista recognized me and made a recommendation based on my previous purchases! It was THRILLING.