I’m so tired of this dumb trope. No, your self-diagnosis is not helpful. And yes, you can get diagnosed if you’re poor. There are many ways to do so, you dont have to go through a fancy psychiatrist, and the US public Healthcare system will actually pay for it.
And a vote for Biden is a vote for the death or Palestinian children. If someone dies no matter what, the wind is taken out of your threat. Or is your life more important somehow?
Not sure who I’ll write in yet.
Didn’t say you couldn’t vote how you want. You don’t have to smile, either
I’m a capitolist, and I’m not voting Biden.
Enjoy the Trump win everyone. We deserve it. You can thank the DNC. And Hilary Clinton.
Also, who’s actually making the calls and decisions right now? It’s not Biden. Obama? Clinton? Or are the DNC themselves deciding?
But we’re all gonna die,
Decompose into daffodils and dandelions,
The bees will use our flowers for whatever they like,
Make the honey that our grandkids will put inside,
their morning tea, it’s the thing of life.
When I was 6, I was in a boating accident.
My family and I were waterskiing and camping off this little island on the lake. We did it all the time, since my uncle had a speedboat.
My mom was about to take her turn, and I was sitting in the boat behind my uncles seat, facing the back to watch her ski. When my uncle tried to start the boat, it faltered. Made a rut-rut-rut noise but wouldn’t start. After try three or four, I smelled something awful, and pinched my nose. The last thing I remember is my mom asking me if I smelled something bad, and I nodded.
The engine exploded into a ball of fire and engulfed me.
The next thing I know, I’m under water and bobbing to the surface (wear your life-vests, kids). My mom is screaming and my cousin is swimming to me and drags me to shore. My uncle (just outside the blast radius) had reached into the fire to grab me and thrown me into the water.
I was… calm. I felt nothing. We had to hail a passing boat to take us off the island to get to a hospital. I remember my mom asking me if I hurt, and shaking my head.
If i looked at my arms and legs and saw what I looked like at that point, I can’t remember at all, but I was covered in third-degree burns. I was in the hospital for a while, and then was in a wheelchair for a bit while my legs were wrapped. I had to have water therapy for my burns. I do remember the oblong, black boils that developed over my burns in the months that followed. For a long period of time, I couldn’t be in the sun, and had to wear a bonnet when I went to school.
My skin healed beautifully though. I’ve only got one long-lasting scar from it on my shoulder. The doctor said that my uncle throwing me into the cold lake water is what most-likely saved my skin from being permanently damaged. I’m sure being 6 years old helped immensely, too.
I mean, that’s fine, but no one world-wide is going to hear “American” and think anything but “a citizen of The United States of America”. So, what’s the point of trying to push it as such? For all the hate American citizens get, you’d think you’d want to separate yourself as much as possible from the title. Canadians certainly won’t like being called Americans, that’s for sure.
The Yes Man.
I’m here still. It is much slower here than reddit, but there are some upsides to that. One is that I spend way less time on my phone, scrolling
Art school isn’t worth it, period. I got a far better art education through my local community college by far, from instructors who weren’t incrediblely stuck up and full of themselves.
That was an 80k expense that I’m still paying off almost 20 years later, and I didn’t even finish my degree.
I went back to get my AS at a CC and took some art classes there. 10/10, far better instruction for a fraction of the price.
What we taste is a specific chemical that you can’t taste. There are a handful of these chemicals that can be tasteless or not based on your genetics. Drinking alcohols all have a chemical like that. If you ever see anyone hold their nose while taking a shot, it means they’re a taster of that chemical, and trying nor to taste it.
I hate both, and I lasted a week in Mexico city, but learned how to request those things off, if I could.
My best friend and I lived together after college for three years, and we’re still friends.
Writing, for sure
The moral panic about age gaps for any relationship where both people are over eighteen is so ridiculous.
You’re fine. Just date her in you want to.
I like my job. It’s not a hobby, but it also ensures I don’t burn out in my hobbies, which happened when I initially tried to make a hobby my job.
Who knows anymore. Everyone uses the same words and mean completely different things.
Lol. No new wars broke out under Trump, at least. As soon ad Biden got in, we were sending tanks back into Syriah. We’ve got two major wars were now proxies for. Didn’t happen under trump.
Huh… yeah, actually, that’s a good point I just made. Maybe I will vote for him. I wonder how fast the current wars we’re involved in will stop.