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actually @fortyfive33 now from what you've said here, I would gently recommend not even bringing up being ace to your parents. Or at least carefully weigh the pros and cons. Don't endure drama (at best) or abuse (at worst) if there's nothing to be gained from it. Your health comes first. My PMs are open if you want to talk.
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'm so sorry. I don't understand how parents can be like that to their children. We're here for you.
Post by Tainted Opossum on Jul 26, 2019 8:29:34 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that trump went to bonnaroo to connect with the youth vote, it was nuts. By the end he was curled up in the fetal position and Bill Clinton and Bush Jr were there in support of the youth revolt against trump. No Obama or hilldog though.
Reasons why the system of paying for clicks is corrupt and utter bullshit... also after boosts on either fb or insta, if you stop boosting your posts they clearly make it harder for people to find your posts naturally. I watch numbers drop by 20-30 likes instantly after two weeks of not "paying for clicks"
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Carlile contrasts the classic country of Kris Kristofferson and Johnny Cash — both of whom she alludes to in the couplet “You know you can’t get a drink in this town without Sunday morning coming down / And cashin’ in on the costume” — with the new boys, who come in on charges of pretending to be outlaws in the lines that follow: “Yeah, get ‘em while they last / The NRA can kiss my country ass.” She offers some hope for their artistic redemption before going back in for the kill: “I hope your vintage guitar will take you where the wild things are / I hope you find your true voice there… / And if they’re going to call you an outlaw, live fast and die young / Well, those songs have already been sung / By better men… / Now that you’re just pissing in the wind / It’s time for you to let them cowgirls in.”
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 don't really know what to say to you to make you feel even a bit better but my thoughts and love go out to you this weekend. I agree with what Jaz said, be careful. You're your own #1 person.
I had a dream last night that trump went to bonnaroo to connect with the youth vote, it was nuts. By the end he was curled up in the fetal position and Bill Clinton and Bush Jr were there in support of the youth revolt against trump. No Obama or hilldog though.
the weedrawl dreams are so strange. mine were super monotonous, day to day stuff, with a somewhat fantastical twist.
like going to the zoo, but im pushing around Bran Stark, nothing fun happened, was just at the zoo with Bran Stark.
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 don't really know what to say to you to make you feel even a bit better but my thoughts and love go out to you this weekend. I agree with what Jaz said, be careful. You're your own #1 person.
I've gotten far along the interview process for a job on the other side of the country so hopefully this is a very temporary arrangement.
I don't really know what to say to you to make you feel even a bit better but my thoughts and love go out to you this weekend. I agree with what Jaz said, be careful. You're your own #1 person.
I've gotten far along the interview process for a job on the other side of the country so hopefully this is a very temporary arrangement.
I'm just waiting to see if I get the offer.
And if I don't get the job I can keep doing the job I already have and apply to other jobs internally and externally.
There's technically no limit to how many hours I can work this job so if i whiff I'll treat this as a full-time.
TIL: there are at least two people who won't drink coffee but will drink 5 hour energy drinks
I have never had a 5 hour energy drink before. I had a sip of a red bull recently to take meds since nothing else was available but the smell alone kept me away from it and now that I know the taste, never again. My teammate Deb U Taunt, use to drink a 5 hr energy right before games. I swore she was going to have a heart attack on the track.
Do adults carry backpacks? If I carry a backpack, on campus, I'm gonna look like a student, right?
I don't want/need a brief case, but I need a bigger bag to carry around to hold all my stuff I'd rather have a backpack than a messenger bag, but I'm also thinking long term here. Would a professor/professional carry a backpack?
Do adults carry backpacks? If I carry a backpack, on campus, I'm gonna look like a student, right?
I don't want/need a brief case, but I need a bigger bag to carry around to hold all my stuff I'd rather have a backpack than a messenger bag, but I'm also thinking long term here. Would a professor/professional carry a backpack?
I personally carry a messenger bag. I travel with a backpack, but I don't like wearing my laptop so if I am taking my laptop my messenger bag comes with. I honestly think it depends on what you are most comfortable with carrying. Fuck perception, if you are going to go into a meeting you aren't going to wear your backpack, you'd probably just hold it from the top strap thingy. Do you.
Do adults carry backpacks? If I carry a backpack, on campus, I'm gonna look like a student, right?
I don't want/need a brief case, but I need a bigger bag to carry around to hold all my stuff I'd rather have a backpack than a messenger bag, but I'm also thinking long term here. Would a professor/professional carry a backpack?
Go for it. I don't really know anyone that carries a briefcase or a messenger bag but perhaps that can change between industries. Just get something that looks neat and not like you just got off the PCT.
Do adults carry backpacks? If I carry a backpack, on campus, I'm gonna look like a student, right?
I don't want/need a brief case, but I need a bigger bag to carry around to hold all my stuff I'd rather have a backpack than a messenger bag, but I'm also thinking long term here. Would a professor/professional carry a backpack?
Go for it. I don't really know anyone that carries a briefcase or a messenger bag but perhaps that can change between industries. Just get something that looks neat and not like you just got off the PCT.
Go for it. I don't really know anyone that carries a briefcase or a messenger bag but perhaps that can change between industries. Just get something that looks neat and not like you just got off the PCT.
Go for it. I don't really know anyone that carries a briefcase or a messenger bag but perhaps that can change between industries. Just get something that looks neat and not like you just got off the PCT.
More specifically, a girl who never quite left the whole high-school-manic-pixie-dream-girl thing behind and whose idol is Ramona from Scott Pilgrim.
I 100% honestly have NO IDEA what this means. At all.
In his My Year Of Flops entry on Elizabethtown, Nathan Rabin coined the phrase "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" to describe that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that "exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures." In Elizabethtown, Kirsten Dunst plays the archetypal Manic Pixie Dream Girl, a flirty, flighty chatterbox stewardess who razzles and dazzles brooding sensitive guy Orlando Bloom. Coked up, or merely high on life? You be the judge. Though Dunst in Elizabethtown and Natalie Portman in Garden State epitomize the contemporary Manic Pixie Dream Girl, the strangely resilient archetype has its roots in the nutty dames of screwball comedy.
Slack is younger than me so I default to him on the types of people that usually rock a Fjallraven backpack. I just see them as belonging to the youths which is why I told Snowman to stay away from them.