Oh, it’s absolutely possible, but only after experiencing such abuse and isolation that you come to prefer your own company.

The last straw for me came when I finally stood up to my so-called “best friend,” who acted perfectly sweet when we were alone, but who threw me under the bus whenever my bullies were around. Our families were (and sadly, still are) friends, so I’d known her since she was born and there was a lot of social pressure for us to hang out together. She abused me constantly and loved to fuck with my head. I figured that if that was the “best” friend I could have, then I didn’t need friends at all. One day on the bus home, shortly after she’d spread yet another rumor about me, I called her a traitor and a backstabber.

She immediately turned to the bullies sitting behind us (whose hobbies included talking about me, stealing my stuff, and putting gum in my hair) and said, “That’s so funny! She just called me a traitor!” Yep, I was done.

That was in my last year of middle school. Going into high school, I was resolved to not give a fuck what anybody said about me. I decided to stop trying to change myself to fit in. I embraced my own interests without a care what anybody would say.

And that first year of high school was when I ended up making actual, real friends for the first time. People who actually get me. The payoff was huge and still benefits me today, but it came at a great cost during my most impressionable age.

There is a way out, but it involves not caring what classmates think. That’s a high bar for a lot of kids, especially in middle school. Kids have to come to that conclusion on their own. No amount of adults telling them “you shouldn’t care” will change things.

By high school I found social success after not caring what others thought. But I had been bullied my whole school experience up til that point, so by high school I had run out of fucks to give. In other words, I learned the hard way, but that’s something every teen has to figure out for themselves.

I remember when high tops were in vogue. Granted, I hung out with kids in the “alternative music” scene, and Vans sponsored Warped Tour so much that “Vans Warped Tour” was just a normal term for us.

Some kids ask “why” because they understand the question and want to know more, but that isn’t the only reason.

Asking “why” tends to result in people talking to you. Ever hear a kid ask “why” over and over again without caring about the answer? They may have been asking the question because it provides them with attention. It’s a single word that nearly guarantees an adult will talk to you, and sometimes that’s all a kid really wants.

(I lived.)

Phew Thank you for that closure.

To any prospective and new parents stumbling onto this thread: Turn back. NOW.

This thread will give you nightmare fuel. You have been warned.

I accidentally slammed my picky toe into a corner once and I’m pretty sure I broke it. But I was scared to tell my parents, so I just wore socks around the house until it healed.

I don’t think it healed properly either. If I feel the edges of my picky toes, I can feel a difference between my right and left. Using standard anatomical terms of location for clarity, the toe that got injured has a pointier joint on the medial edge, with the distal bone of the pinky turning slightly more laterally than the uninjured toe bone does. It doesn’t hurt today and doesn’t cause me any issues, as far as I can tell.

It still sucks that I’m not the only one who felt the need to hide an injury as a child.

Oof, this happened when my family went tubing down the Delaware River. It was the first time in my life that I was grateful women’s bathing suits include a top, as I got burnt horribly, but I didn’t end up with as much burn as the guys in my party all did. My poor, Canadian boyfriend looked like a tomato at the end.

Cost to dispose of it is greater than zero.

I was looking for a comment mentioning this. If it’s a rural area, the local waste management facility might take a trek to get to. If you have to make multiple trips, or rent/hire a vehicle to get rid of something (like having to tow an old car), the time and cost can add up.

So if it’s not accepted with a typical trash pick-up, it’s still gotta be somewhere, even if you don’t want it anymore. Keeping it on your own property is at least more ethical than dumping it in the woods somewhere (though you’ll find plenty of that in some areas, too.)

I’m starting to think of writing down the specific things job recruiters tell me, and bringing it to the interview. The last recruiter that reached out (and succeeded in hiring me) told me things that didn’t end up being true. When I got hired and was told contradictory information, the company said, “Oh, that is still true, but this particular case is an exception. We can get you a different case where that is true,” and then they didn’t get back to me for weeks. In that time, I’d applied, interviewed, and accepted a job elsewhere. Fuck lying employers.

Ugh, the “swipe” is the worst feature for every company to jump on. I get paralyzed between, “What if they just took a bad picture? I don’t know enough about them and dismissing them for a bad photo could mean missing out,” and “What if I’m swiping right on a creep and don’t realize it? Now they’ll know my picture, my name, where I live, and they’ll think I’m definitely interested.”

I haven’t used it in a couple years, but I did meet my current boyfriend on OK Cupid. I’m poly, and I met my girlfriend last year on a queer dating/social app called Lex. The cool thing with Lex is that it’s text-based, originally modeled off of old newspaper classified ads. You get to know people through them voicing their thoughts and asking original questions. No pressure to “swipe or get off the pot,” you can get to know someone through comments on posts before sending a message. It’s a smaller community (as expected for queer folk) so I don’t know how popular it is outside of highly populated areas. It’s not for everyone, but if you’re in the LGBTQ+ community and sick of being forced to make snap-judgements about strangers who might end up being a massive part of your life, it’s a relief.

I know you don’t want to hear “it depends,” but there is no one rule that would cover all art. Some art is made to communicate specific ideas. Some art is made simply out of self-expression, without intent for any particular audience. Both are valid.

If I doodle in my notebook, it’s for the artist (me.) However, I also draw and paint to communicate specific emotions. I made a painting while listening to “September” by Earth, Wind and Fire, with the intent to capture the energy and joy the song sends through me. I don’t expect anyone to immediately connect the image with the specific song, but since it’s a lively concert scene, my hope is that the emotion that inspired the art comes across to an audience.

Sometimes I’ll make something more abstract, intentionally left open to interpretation. I may have my own thoughts about such pieces, but ultimately I want the viewer to find their own meaning.

In reality, everything is up to the audience. There will always be people who interpret things in their own way, independent of the artist’s intentions. We can’t control what others will think, but learning to tolerate and/or accept people who “don’t get it” is a stage all artists have to go through. I’ve come to accept that there is no one perfect mode of communication, so if I intend to communicate something specific, it’s on me as the artist to put effort into making that message clear.

Rent costs half a month’s pay, so that checks out.

I didn’t read it as an insult. If it was, then “lesbians” was an insult, too. It sounds like OP’s just using the hate-mongers’ own words.

I’ve already bought a 2nd Order of the Phoenix to burn

Weird, you should be able to burn the same copy over and over again. Just wait for the first one to reform from the ashes.

It’s so backwards too, since the ultra wealthy are the ones who most dodge paying their fair share of taxes.

This reminds me of when a neighbor reported to the landlord that we were smoking weed indoors. She claimed she could smell it in her own apartment. We weren’t (and weed is legal where I live, so it’s a moot point.) When the landlord came around, we let him come in and smell our apartment. He found nothing.

So we suggested that the landlord go smell HER (the narc’s) apartment to confirm how bad the smell is. Guess what? She refused to let him in.

If she ever attempts to complain again, the procedure now will be to investigate her apartment first. If she refuses, we won’t be bothered. So yeah.

I don’t follow either. It sounds like they’re talking about couples making joint Facebook accounts, which is a complete non-sequitur from all the comments before it.

But I might be wrong, as it seems a lot of people understand something that we’re missing. Would anyone that understands this better mind giving some clarification?

You tease

If Futurama is to be trusted, one of the upcoming technologies in biometric data will be “colonic maps.” No doubt, Facebook would anally probe us all if they could.