I went with my son to his friends house a few years ago, about 9. Me and his mom were hanging out while the kids gamed. Her son played roblox. I never liked the game, and know there are thousands of other games to play that aren’t so predatory, so my kid was never introduced to it. Anyway, his friend was playing so I let my son play too for this day.

After a time, her son asked for $10 for Roblox. Mom said not today and the child had a full meltdown. It hurt my ears he was screeching so loud. My son just froze and stared at his friend. It looked similar to a panic attack crossed with a toddler temper tantrum. Once he calmed down, she let him back on the game, but we went home.

Certain games turn smaller children into addicts. Roblox is definitely one of those games, it seems.

Having a baby hurt, but my IUD insertion was was ironically.

I’ve had kidney stones twice, both times thought I was going to die

I’ve been doing this with 1670 (Polish). Though, I’m not serious about learning, just dabbling in learning about the language. It’s surprisingly a very helpful tool!

Yes and No, it’s general cleaner/disinfectant. It’s called Pinesol because there is pine oil in it. The name brand stuff no longer has real pine oil, it’s not that sustainable at scale, but the store brand I get does. Here’s the label

“Pine oil is a disinfectant that is mildly antiseptic” Wikipedia

When I moved into my husband’s house, I noticed he only used pinesol. I thought it fucking weird. 6 years later, I only use pinesol.

I clean relatively often. I’ll use bleach in the bathroom once a year maybe, the rest of the time it’s Pinesol. We have a litter box in our bathroom, that I clean 3 times a week, and usually just clean the whole bathroom down at the same time. It’s clean in there.

My own thoughts and inspirations come to me most often in the quiet times. I like saying hello to the birds. If I feel exhausted, I count my footsteps like you would music. 1234, 2234, 3234, 4234, and so on. I like hearing the winds, the trees crack as they sway, the squirrels hunting their forage. I listen out for other voices, and enjoy feeling connected to the rest of the world, a desire driven by isolation and loneliness, rarely do I find that sense of community in a podcast. The old man who walks my neighborhood every morning, does not have in headphones, he waves and smiles to every passerby, sometimes, his simple gesture, is the only kind/happy moment of my day.

People are different, it may be boring for you, but my ADD keeps my brain busy, and my CPTSD has me want to hear my surroundings vividly. I jump scare very easily, to avoid that, I use the power of, hearing one coming. I know I’m boring, but I don’t think it’s because I don’t listen to stuff while walking. Nothingness carries something within it, the interpretation only being found by the self. And to note, when I was younger I always had music. Things have just changed with age, it’s shocking I know, but as time moves, I want to slow it down, and appreciate everything I can. I crave quiet more than ever.

My husband is completely different, and more like you, where he spends most of his waking hours listening to podcasts and such. People are different, and that doesn’t make one better than the other.

You don’t have to tear others down, to make yourself feel better. I could call you a robot (hypothetically, I’m not, do you) for putting in your headphones like everyone else does. I’m on our states University campus kind of often. The amount of young people with headphones in, eye on screens, even as they get their meals or cross the street, is very odd to see for me. It honestly feels a bit like culture shock everytime I am up there. They walk into staff without looking or apologizing, and if you people watch for an hour or so, you’ll notice the majority plug themselves in. While I don’t think one is better than the other, it’s just different process. I find it amusing you call the ones who unplug robots however. We used to clown of people who had Bluetooth ear pieces in the early 00’s, it was the universal sign someone was a douche. Now everyone has airpods and the like. White socks, white shoes, white earbuds, head down in screen, it’s the standard look at the university by me.

It’s just amusing to see how things have changed in 25 years, from bluetooth sales douches, to today being called a robot for not plugging in, and instead paying attention to one’s environment out and about.

Which is why I’m patiently (and with no expectation) waiting for paralives.

I buy Hunts nearly exclusively. No /s needed. Heinz sucks imo. Any ketchup with corn syrup is an immediate rejection.

But I like tomato paste, like, I’ll just straight up have a dab of tomato paste when I use it, like a fuckin psycho.

Yes, but not with them eyes

I am the total opposite, if you wink at me I’m going to be wholly creeped out.

I have 30 hours in house flipper 2 since getting it 5 days ago. I wish I could live in the homes I make

My husband and I are raising a kid off $60k/yr.

His father helps with emergencies, for example the washing machine broke recently, so his grandmother actually bought it, as an early Christmas gift.

We’d be wrecked if we didn’t have at little help here and there.

The most I’ve ever made on my own was $42K for the year… These high salaries folks talk about blow my mind.

I quit buying it, and am raising my son without it. For these reasons. It’s not a good breakfast, nearly wholly empty on calories.

If I cook him breakfast, it’s usually eggs and turkey sausages. That’s the “go to”. Most days it’s leftover dinner though. He loves that shit at 8am

I don’t have breakfast (coffee usually). But like today, I broke my fast with some crackers and hummus at noon.

My son straight up just has leftovers for breakfast. Spaghetti, soup, roast chicken. Whatever’s in there he can heat up he’ll have before I even finish my coffee.

No of course not, but it still exposes a person to a culture different than what they may be used to.

Honestly, even if Americans can’t afford to get a passport to travel, so many never leave the area they are born. Many don’t leave thier regions. Many also do, but I’ve met townies… I am a townie I guess, but even just living in a city myself for a time, opened my eyes.

Many of the bigoted people I’ve met have never left thier rural enclaves, and shockingly, they’re afraid of cities (big and small) and anyone not like them, they shit all over anyone not born the same hospital they were. Is it ignorance? Fear? Insecurity? I don’t know, I don’t understand the mentality.

The United States is so large, so diverse, of course traveling abroad would be cool, but I wish more could simply travel our own country for a start, hell even just different areas of their own state might help some people I know broaden their horizons.

On console, we dont have art painting. I’ve seen people do different things with colored wire, and make signs/art that way. I haven’t tried it myself yet, but it seems really cool. I’ve gotten very fast at hooking up electricity/water for a farm. I forget you can color the wire.

I’ve probably 500 hours or so, maybe more of I combine my PC/Console time. But there are monuments I still have never visited lol

PvE is a completely different story. It did take me a bit to find a server I liked though. I just like building things. I always put out a “take what you need” box for passerbys, and I’ve had folks just come into my house to check it out, and drop me skinned Aks and I’ll drop em teas and shit. It’s fun.

Sorta along the same lines, but, I love how differently my husband and I play Rust. He’s on his official server doing what the game is meant for, and I’m just on my pVE building a villa/farm.

We need the farm update on console. I need pies and chickens. With the jungle update, my Lenovo Go can no longer handle Rust at all, so I’m back on console. It’s missing some of my favorite features for farm build. I want to chase a chicken for that elusive egg fresh after wipe! And the flowers! Oh…

Im 37. It seems lot of friendships boil down to scheduling, convenience, and how tired one is