

There are over 8 billion people in this world. No one said it was limited to just your lifetime. 😏
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There are over 8 billion people in this world. No one said it was limited to just your lifetime. 😏



~Disclaimer: This is a joke and not an endorsement for eating silica gel packs.~
~Disclaimer 2: I am not, nor have never been, a shill for the Silica Gel Industry.~


Consider it a sign to tell which people to avoid like the plague.


For the uninitiated:



It could be both. This administration is not exactly above being petty or manipulative.
~I know you know that, but it still should be said out loud at all available opportunities.~


Tank you!


That was me two years ago (and some change) when I was still married. My ex wife was the one to pull the trigger, and it was the best thing she could have done for the both of us (and our kids).
I was mad at her for a while. It was also terrifying having to move out and start over by myself, with no friends, and being a single father every other week. But I am sitting here in my house, hanging out after coming home from the gym, and simply enjoying the quiet time I have.
Yeah, I do miss having a relationship. It would be nice if I had friends too (I lost those in the divorce). But, it’s also nice to not have anybody but myself to answer to sometimes. And if I don’t do the dishes or take out the trash, there’s nobody there to give me attitude about it; it still gets done, but on my schedule and my terms.
All of that to say that if you’re genuinely not happy, and you feel there is nothing left to fight for, maybe leaving is not the worst thing you can do; it’s scary as fuck, but not that bad in the long run. Save your money, make your plans, and be open and honest with your partner when the time comes.


If you had loud neighbors that were always yelling at each other, sometimes beating each other, and throwing trash all over their yard and the streets, I bet you’d stay away from them too.


Don’t feed the trolls. It’s not worth it. 😊


I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest maybe it’s not your view of life that’s getting downvoted, but how tone deaf you come off about how other people don’t necessarily hold your views.
Despite having hobbies, interests, getting out and doing positive things, I myself (for example) still feel defeated. And how I feel is just as valid as how you feel. That doesn’t necessarily make me emo, sappy, melancholy, cynical, nor pessimistic. Yes I can be all or some of those things, but then again, so can you.
So think on that before you start putting other people down for things you don’t necessarily understand.
Ps
The thread comments will further prove my point more than likely.
Now who’s being pessimistic and cynical?


But keeping things cool itself doesnt need any energy
My electric bill disproves this statement. Otherwise, why would we need electrical devices that remove heat from things?


I wanted to take a moment to offer a different perspective. It sounds like your friend is disassociating. That doesn’t make him a bad dad. It just means he might be dealing with things that he is trying to protect himself from on an emotional level. I won’t try to conjecture what they are, because I don’t know him nor do I know his situation. And if you’re willing to take my advice, I’d suggest giving him the benefit of the doubt and just being there for him; whatever that may look like. You might even try to ask him about it (but be willing to accept that if there is something going on, he may not be ready or willing to talk about it).
Good luck to your friend.


Congrats! You’ve reached full boomer status. Would you like some tapioca pudding?


In my experience, “young adult” refers to a specific stage in life, and takes place directly after teenage, but before your 30s (i.e. 20-30). In fact, the fact that the word adult is in “young adult” does imply that they are adults, just more to their larval stage.


Here’s how I approach old and slow:


Talk about hitting the pointy thingy on the top with the blunty thingy!


You could try pouring it down your throat, bypassing your taste buds. Chase it with water to rinse off anything left on your uvula.
Nah. Fuck OED. They’re not the only game in town.