Whenever I am wrong. So pretty often, since I learn best by making mistakes.
ETA I do get defensive when someone is mean about it. With my ex it was harder because he mocked relentlessly and though he could dish it, could not take it. Nice in plenty of ways but so mean in others. With husband now, and at every job I’ve had, it’s no big deal.
I love vultures so much! Nature’s garbage crew.
I will have to go with palmetto bugs, sorry guys you freak me out so bad and I think there are other bugs that turn leaves into dirt without being nightmare fuel.
In the basket!
We named him Legolas because he is brave as an elf, so brave. And also because our other cat is Kimchi and we wanted the names to sound different so they can recognize them.
My favorite is in the opposite direction - Porter Robinson covering Fontaines DC “favorite” in a 90s pop rock style. Such a good version of such a good song, and it’s worth reading the interview where he talks about recording it.
We received a kitten through the universe’s cat delivery service and he is just an absolute joy.
Under a pound when he arrived, strong & healthy now. Pictures don’t really do justice to his cuteness, he’s so brave, unbothered by our big dog, loves our other cat and she tolerates him well too, unbothered by us handling him.
I am a mom and don’t like having a million pictures. My mom gave me some and it feels oppressive to have to hold on to them, honestly. One year my kids helped me by organizing the ones taken in their lifetime into bags by year. I used to take a roll of pictures, get them developed, but then only buy one or two, and was never a prolific photographer yet somehow ended up with hundreds of pictures I am not good at organizing or preserving.
I don’t care if the ones I have are lost. There is plenty enough documentation for people to know how things were.
It’s just a physical sensation, and amplifies my pleasure during sex, adds intensity in a good way, I’m surely not alone in that. So to me, it’s not simply the physical sensation of any pain that is suffering, since some amount is pleasurable. It’s not just a sex thing though, presumably you like spicy food, that involves some level of pain but is enjoyable.
Unpleasantness combined with pain causes me to suffer.
I tend to agree with Wikipedia. Pain is tricky, some can be enjoyable in certain contexts, so you are right that it’s a response to the stimulus more than the physical sensation.
But combined with “unpleasantness” it’s spot on. When I get a migraine I am suffering even if I try to adjust my mind to accept it differently, it’s unpleasant no matter how I slice it. It’s one of the feelings humans seem wired for.
Desert Dwellers
I used to have a playlist called Psybient, loved it for sleep music - I didn’t make it, it was on Google Play Music and was lost when they changed to YouTube Music. Wish I could remember more of the artists on there.
I had a coworker who came in one day and said he made guacamole and had never bought an avocado before - he said he boiled the avocado. He got it and it was hard, so he figured like a potato you cook them so they get soft. Apparently it worked and he made the guacamole, and was shocked when we told him no, you just wait and they get soft enough.
Not like that, no. But we do live out there to some extent, have a nice back deck and garden. Not the sort of lawn that is the monoculture carpet and no, we don’t rake, want bees & butterflies, dragonflies, lizards, snakes, all sorts of other creatures use the yard and no, perfect is not the goal.
To be fair, I’m not that crazy about the inside of the house, either.
I feel like if you are still friends, saying “ooh I had such a crush on you when we were younger” is ok, I’ve been on the receiving end of that and it was flattering and surprising because I absolutely did not feel attractive when young. And it was not threatening because he was in a happy relationship. Since you are so out of touch with her you don’t even know if she’s in a relationship, no, I would find that weird.
I think it depends on what % of your body mass that 20lb is. I weigh about 150, if my target was 130 I would take a year to get there. Someone 350lb, maybe yeah a month. The first few lb always faster than the last few, so if all you have to lose is a few pounds it can be slower.
This is so individual, but I still get off at least once a day by some means, we do have sex each day and sometimes I will still do me. And I am not twice your age but close.
ETA my 30s were literally the lowest point in my sex drive, so far. And like you I started early & am very quick usually, very glad I am not a man.
Fuck Rick Scott to hell and back. He is in it for the $$$ and nothing else, does not give even one fuck about the people of Florida. I cannot imagine voting for him, such a high level scammer.
My dad died when I was 16, it sucked so bad. We were close and I was not so close to my mom. It just gets smaller and smaller until it’s manageable. Grief is one thing that there is no way out but through, you shouldn’t wallow but you have to feel it or it will be worse.
My mom died when she was old and I was more ready for that, and think she was too. That didn’t hurt as much at all because I had more time to know it was coming, so I guess the emotional work happened beforehand.
I peel them, it’s easy? Cut in quarters, peel off the skin. I dislike the “scoop it out”, it leaves avocado behind and you can’t get nice slices. It’s never been a problem, the skin usually comes right off in one piece.
I worked with a lady who had an Akita that did this - she got a call at work one day that her dog had attacked the neighbor’s dog. Had busted through the screen door, jumped OVER the pool, busted through the pool screen, jumped over the fence, and attacked the neighbor’s dog, because she could see it in the neighbor’s yard.
My next door neighbors on both sides, the ones across the street, two of my grown kids live in my neighborhood, my first Pokemon go friend does too, the beautiful family down the street, and the old Cuban guy with the old chihuahua, and the very talkative guy a block away.
So it’s spotty I guess. Most of the people on our block I have at least waved to, and none are friends like that come over for supper, but are people I talk to in person and occasionally by text.
The other ones we are barely acquainted with but have nicknames for: pool table guy, cigar chewing guy with the beautiful custom house, depressed guy who doesn’t mow and sits in his truck outside his falling down house, the hipsters (flying down the street on hoverboards, one with curly man bun the other with long blond hair flying in the wind) the New Yorkers, the crazy lady across the street who got in her car, pulled out of her driveway and into my driveway to get out and talk to me, the nice old couple, the friendly childless people in the black house, and more but you get the idea.