“Johnny Dangerously” came to mind once.
Once.
“Johnny Dangerously” came to mind once.
Once.
Thank you! This last one was really a leap of faith, someone I barely knew at all who needed a place to stay. We’ve all been lucky!
A few times I’ve been there for friends and helped them through rough times just by being someone to talk to.
But I also helped my best friend and roommate by paying most of the bills while he developed his IT/engineering skills. He’s got a good career now but struggled for a few years.
Then I took someone in a couple months ago and she’s staying in my attic now. That’s going well, my wife and I get along great with her. Hopefully it’ll all turn out well.
There were three women who were best friends, took their breaks together, etc. And in the Christmas season they wore matching knit sweaters and would walk down the hall side by side so it would read “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
But one day when I was leaving the break room, they approached… and one was out sick. Before I could stop myself I asked “Where’s the other Ho?”
Might’ve gotten a visit to HR from it if I hadn’t looked so shocked at myself.
I would argue that it shows how blinded one can be by the demands placed upon us by capitalism. We think about the rewards more than the karmic costs, because it’s easy to think about what you got at Walmart but abstract how that’s undermined life all over.
I’ve heard of hunt-and-peck typers but this is a little on the nose.
I think it’s because the aroma of coffee is so important to its flavor.
My wife prefers flavored coffees and I shy away from them.
I thought I’d gotten them mixed or there was residue in my coffee maker because my coffee kept tasting sweet and I don’t add sugar or use sweeteners at all.
Across the room was a candle in a jar, lid off, unlit, hazelnut coffee scented.
ACROSS THE ROOM it was enough to make me think my coffee was actually sweet. So yeah, it’s all about the smell.
Sure, but a corrupt government can fabricate evidence to keep their enemies silenced.
Look at Russia and their treatment of Alexei Navalny.
Actually the thought is if the government can just imprison you to stop your candidacy, they have too much power.
Thus they can continue to run.
When I was in high school I was up way too late playing D&D and dreamt I was the general of an army.
In the shower I was questioning how we’d all get clean in time for school.
I like the self expression they allow, but have never gotten a tattoo myself.
The reason? Money.
I cannot comprehend how so many young people afford their sleeve tattoos. (I know they’re usually done over time to spread out the cost but still.)
I did that and my wife got annoyed… then started wearing my socks. Now we buy more and just use athletic socks
She’s still got her colorful, playful ones that are a pain in the ass to match up.
Thank you, that was a long standing problem for me, and it got a lot easier to just put myself out there and see what would happen. Not just romantically but socially in general.
It served me well.
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While tripping on a large dose of LSD, I decided to practice with my new and incredibly sharp wood chisels on a block of pine.
Amazingly I didn’t cut myself at all.
My friend found a stop motion animated clay Don Quixote, where the clay work was rough and you could see thumbprints. It was the perfect vibe for tripping and carving, the gouges I was making in the wood looked like the clay, and bit by bit I made that block into a volcano.
In order to do that I kept twisting my right arm (I’m left handed) clockwise, and when I came down from the hallucinogens, the nerves in my arm went dead. Hand just slid off the keyboard.
It was fine twenty minutes later. And that’s my story, the best acid trip I ever had. Worked through my obsessions a bit and let go of them.
In the following weeks I asked three women out and got shot down each time instead of thinking about doing so for a month and being a creep.
Maybe you’re thinking of something along the lines of Bishop Berkeley’s Theory of Immaterialism.
Essentially, things only exist and continue to exist because we agree that they do and expect them to remain that way.
Also featured in the children’s book Mr. Radagast Makes an Unexpected Journey, which I adored when I was younger.
It’s gotta be exhausting to work in a workspace, warehouse, or factory, not knowing which it will be day to day! At least they arrive knowing the random workplace is ventilated!
Don’t give anyone ideas.