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I’m always curious because I stopped carrying a purse as it made me feel more femme than I like, and since then I’ve wondered how dudes get through the day with only their pockets.
Mostly lurking. United States southerner, gay, working retail. An amazing combination
I’m always curious because I stopped carrying a purse as it made me feel more femme than I like, and since then I’ve wondered how dudes get through the day with only their pockets.
'93, younger end of millennial.
Not big on generation labels though, they feel like a failed experiment. People are born every day of every year and our experiences overlap in a gradient. They don’t separate into distinct portions.
The baby boom was an actual phenomenon, but every label afterwards feels arbitrary.
Short of a birth year in their username, I’m not sure there is one. Almost everything in this thread is something millennials inflict on me daily.
I have family in their 30s and 40s who do that 😭 I wonder if people subconsciously trust TikTokers more than other social media users since they usually show their faces.
Ugh, the second one… I used to lurk on relationship subreddits instead of just watching soap operas like a normal person, and it’s wild how quickly people jump to divorce. And if the OP makes an update where they talked it out, a lot of the commenters get mad.
I don’t know that they’re kids, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
I’m so sorry 💔 Your actions sound completely responsible given what you knew. I don’t think anyone here would have predicted the outcome.
Oh that sounds rad! And congratulations!
I’m glad you’re doing better!
Oh yeah also should have fucked that lil fry cook
My mom let all her kids go to school while living at home and paying very little towards bills. I really wanted to, but my older siblings convinced me not to. They couldn’t drive, so they’d have to drop out, and it’s not fair for the younger one to go to school first. But if I wait my turn, they’ll be able to help me.
Yeahhhh, my turn never came. I got disillusioned and moved out. I could never afford to go to school now. I don’t think any of them ever used their degrees anyway.
Every day I wish I’d told them to shove it, and done what I wanted to do.
Even our “relatable” characters never deal with housing insecurity, and their cars may have rust and dents but they’re reliable.
Not a retiree but I approve this meme
Hope it’s a good one! 🥳
Hi! Hope you enjoy it :)
Thank you ❤️ it makes me sad though, because I know my friends act the way they do because they have trouble controlling their anxiety. Now that I’ve thought about it, I don’t hold it against them because that’s exactly what my disorder is.
It just sucks because I don’t want to let this shit control my relationships, and I doubt they do either. They’re all really funny, creative, passionate people, and they deserve safe friendships as much as I do.
Not the best. Have some kind of recurring fungal infection that I’ve just been slapping with OTC cream, but it keeps popping back up in random places. Had two yeast infections this month. I don’t think I’m particularly unhygienic so I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve racked up enough medical bills and my savings are gone due to moving expenses.
Speaking of moving… no progress. My friend who owns a van forgot they were going to help me on my day off 🙁 I think I’m getting depressed being stuck in my current place surrounded by boxes.
I’m also lonely. I lied and told my long-distance friends that I’m taking a screen break to focus on moving, but actually I needed time away from them. I have moral scrupulosity OCD and they know it but keep doing things that aggravate it, like reading these really intense moral stances into things I say and self-flagellating for not conforming to what they think my opinion is. One of them told me outright that he bases his morals on me. (I’m a mean, paranoid dropout with no background in ethics, social sciences, or philosophy, so this is a baffling choice.)
I know my mental health is my responsibility and it’s not their fault I have OCD, but my mind tortures me when I’m around them. I feel like a cult leader. Like I’m going to break them, or lead them into trouble. On top of that, they can’t stand the rituals I developed before talking to them. So in this case I think taking responsibility for my mental health actually means fucking off. I’m focusing on befriending my coworkers and keeping it extremely casual. I never want anyone to be that invested in me again.
I hope next week I can post about how I’m happy in a new place and my coworkers liked getting sushi.
God, please. My best friend lives over there and my heart breaks for him and all our trans siblings every news cycle.
OK so That Vegan Teacher shouldn’t really factor into the question because nothing she says is related to reality
Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that. What the hell.
Keychain on my belt loop, plus mace.
Phone and wallet in back pockets, utility knife and earbuds in side pockets.
Other stuff I need frequently like bug spray, sunblock, power bank, extra sketchbook and selfie stick (not necessarily for selfies, I just like photography) are in a backpack in my passenger seat.