As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.
(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)
That being said, I agree.
As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.
(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)
That being said, I agree.
When you don’t have viable choices, that is most certainly NOT ‘being satisfied with that’.
I dunno. There’s something fishy about this.
Weaponizedreligionsucksshitthroughastrawsayswhat?
Losers still lose.
…zzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Fuck Trump and his shit-headed followers forever.
Chip Elon and put him through what he put the monkeys through. Same conditions.
Feeling guilty for existing.
I’m not ‘good’. However, I’m not a fool, and it’s nothing short of suicidal folly to ignore or embrace those who consider themselves the owners (and harvesters) of mankind.
#ETROBAAT (eat the rich; one bite at a time)
Hating the rich. Hated them when I was young; hate them even more as a boomer puke.
I own many games that I impulse buy, but find out that I don’t care for. That gets expensive.
Now I’m much more selective, and tend to wait until the game’s been out long enough to get patches, updates, and reviews.
Add my lack of interest in any Todd Howard product until ES6, which I may not live long enough to play (boomer puke here), as well as the offhanded arrogance of his ‘upgrade your PC’ statement, and that about covers why I’ve decided not to buy Starfield.
Makes my decision to not buy it even easier.
Fuck, no.
I don’t smoke ditch weed, and I don’t smoke bitch weed.
If he wants to fire the first shot, launch him across the Rio Grande with a trebuchet.
I was in the Air Force in the late 70s. Worked in the flight surgeon’s office, so if anything went down on the flight line, we were there.
If you wanna see Kegels In Action, watch what happens when many many gallons of JP-4 gets spilled on nukes inside a B-52D on the alert pad.
Fun times!
My dad was a drunken asshole who grew up in a tough world. He wasn’t suited to fatherhood, and wasn’t prepared to deal with a kid that was not him.
I suspect he had his own ND issues that would have been even more difficult for him do deal with as a kid in the 40s and 50s, not to mention his parents.
He was probably raised with the same kind of abuse I was, and more. I don’t hate him.