I vote for Corpus ship winning.
I vote for Corpus ship winning.
Finally, som advice that actually works!
It’s always either projection or the opposite of what they’re saying.
Young, most old people I know either don’t know anything and are fine with that, they get help for even the simplest things, or they can handle it themselves without problems.
Even as a teenager (didn’t have a computer before that) I had infinite patience with computers, you can fix/change/make anything with enough time, nothing will be better if you get mad and ignore reading and making sure you understand what’s happening. Seeing how young people handle tech now is fucking depressing, they just click past everything without reading, get mad and rage quit after 30 seconds of something not working and think anything that’s more than two clicks/taps is too complicated.
Wow, few can relate in the ways you’ve expressed, I haven’t been able to sit down and read your whole comment yet but the bits I’ve read show you understand. Thank you, and all the best to you! I’ll come back and write more once I have the energy. Hugs!
RedBull supports far-right politics, not recommended to consume anything they make in any way.
Every comment here says you’re in the wrong, and your reaction to that is “No, it is everyone else who is wrong, not me.” Learn to take a hint.
But at the same time, they converge too. I feel way older than I thought I’d do at my age (35).
My dad died in December, I’ve been on long-term sick leave for 15 years due to my “action paralysis” anxiety, I lost contact with absolutely everyone (including doctors etc.) due to my inability to even answer my phone, lost my benefits (not sure if that the correct word in English, but in plain words, I stopped getting money). I missed two rents and almost lost my apartment. I managed to make contact with my mom and we’ve now spent a month doing everything we can to get my sick leave back, but my new doctor is not good. And for some fucking reason a drug test showed a false positive for tramadol (I’ve never taken that, and haven’t taken anything other than my medications) so now we have to fight my doctor because she made up her mind that the reason I lost contact was because of drug use and not being willing to get better, which is complete bullshit. I’m lucky I’m in Sweden, where help exists in ways it doesn’t in many other countries. But this is my worst experience with the health system, and I’m already at the edge of a cliff with my action paralysis. We have pleaded to get help before the end of this month so I won’t miss another rent, since that would pretty surely be the last drop so I loose my apartment, but all meetings we’ve gotten (4 different ones) are in April, so now we’re desperately trying to get someone to understand the situation so we can get help. I’ve only had food enough to survive, nothing “nice” like snacks or anything, I’ve of course been unable to pay for music streaming, cloud computer for gaming and much more. At least I’ve been able to get my medication and enough food to not starve, but it’s not a good life right now.
I think this is what some of my neighbours look like each day when I play something different. One day, Algerian jazz from the 70s. Next day, modern German disco. Next day, psychedelic folk from Brittany (the French peninsula). Next day, synth-wave. Next day, energetic 80s Japanese fusion. Next day, Swedish Lounge Jazz. etc.
It’s like they think that’s their whole job, disregarding warnings from experts.
ON a flood?
TL;DR: OOP got some shrimp, had a psychotic episode and now thinks the shrimp are girls that like him.
It’s still “alive”, so he has to chop it one or several times more to “kill” it. Imagine that the tree is a fish, it’s common to smash one on the head and think it’s dead, then it starts wiggling around so you need to smash it again.
Here in Sweden I’m experiencing this with both older and younger generations. I know no one my age that has a kid, but so many younger generations have at least one. My little sister has two, and most of her friends do too. It’s weird.