Skyline969

Good thing I moved over to Jellyfin

Happened in Saskatchewan too from what I’ve been told.

K.

Obsessive stalking? I said you did some research on me and then posted again. That’s some pretty hefty projection there.

This is my main. Like someone else said, I mainly have an account to curate my feed. But hey, glad I live rent-free in your head. My stance remains the same. Go offline for a while. Do something outside of your house. Realize that not everyone is out to get you, and that most people don’t give you a second thought. Does the mind good every once in a while.

I lurk more than I post. You might wanna try considering it.

But what makes me ~~laugh~~ exhale through my nose slightly more sharply than usual is you replied to me once, then apparently did some research on me and posted again.

I’ll reiterate. Touch grass. If you can get this worked up over the internet you should probably take a few weeks off it.

Buddy. Touch grass.

Gamify the process. Get into Pokemon Go, Ingress, or some other game that requires travel. During each installation, leave behind a little Easter egg. Not for the customer, but for the next tech who has to service the meter. Change it up.

Most of the time my gf does the cooking. I’m the primary breadwinner, plus she loves to cook. I do too, but she does more. I do other stuff around the house - clean up after the cats, clean floors, take out garbage - but cooking is her deal.

Breath of Fire 3. Spoilers but you’ve had decades to play.

The first boss, the nue chimera, you’re supposed to kill it because it’s terrorizing the town. You then find out as it’s dying (because it uses its final breath to jump in front of a cave to block it) that it was just trying to find food for its cubs that have already been dead for a long time. It also played some somber music during this discovery.

My 8 year old self thought it was incredibly sad.

Probably is, but it also happened in my city. My city’s gone to meth in a real bad way.

Guess it depends on your city. In my city I have literally seen a homeless person throw food back at the person who gave it to them and scream “I ASKED FOR A DOLLAR, BITCH!”

At least for me, turning 30 felt liberating in a sense. You’re not really described as young anymore, and expectations of you are different.

I still care about social issues but I don’t feel pressured to be militant about them, and even if someone tried to exert that pressure I wouldn’t care. I can just say I’m tired if I don’t wanna do something and that’s considered a valid reason.

Dating? So much less pressure. I know who I am and what I want, as do others in their 30s. You figure out if you’re a good match pretty quickly.

Sure, it takes longer to bounce back from injuries, hangovers, etc and the simple act of getting up makes more snaps, crackles, and pops than a bowl of Rice Krispies. But overall it feels like I can live my life the way I want to and nobody cares. And that is a good feeling.