Assuming Kindle Unlimited is a paid service, the book isn’t free.

Those plants don’t need coffee, they need electrolytes.

I want to both upvote and downvote this comment… I chose upvote.

I don’t really know how to describe it, but it’s like I go through life just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When something shocking or remotely dangerous happens, my brain automatically assumes the worst is going to happen and I like go into survival mode. I get filled with such dread.

I’m a cis woman on lemmy, and it’s my primary (and only) social media consumption. That being said, I do tend to lean nerdy. Highly doubt I’m the only one on here, tho.

I grew up in a poor household, relative to the other kids I went to school with. While I was in public school, I was bullied for not wearing name brand clothing and because all of my school supplies and snacks and everything was generic brand. I became extremely self-conscious about it, and was always trying to hide what I had, or if I found name brand packaging for something in the trash or on the floor, I’d grab it so I could repackage my stuff and pretend like I totally had name brand stuff. As a young adult when I went to college, I only ever aimed for buying name brand stuff, but it was really hard to do so, considering I was still broke…

Anyways, I eventually matured a little more and realized kids are cruel and the whole thing was dumb. I exclusively go with generic everything now and am, always trying to get the best deal, and I even went back to buying second-hand clothes, cause why not?

All that to say, maybe some people had similar experiences and just never grew out of it.

Definitely not. But we do a lot of projects, so it’s our “truck”. And we like to have fun, so it’s our offroading vehicle.

We bought a demilitarized Humvee (HMMWV). It was like 10 grand, and it’s cool as hell.

I went to a really small middle school/high school (this was a charter school that had grades 6-12), and everyone in my grade was pretty tight-knit. When we were 17, one of my buddies had been at a house party with her older 23-year-old boyfriend on a Saturday night. Now, we all knew this guy was a POS, and we were always telling her to dump his ass. But anyways, at some point, my friend decided she wanted to leave the party and go back home, but her boyfriend didn’t want to go. They apparently argued about it, and she ended up leaving the party by herself and started walking. She called her mom to let her know where she was and ask her to come pick her up, when all of the sudden, my friend was abruptly cut off. Her boyfriend had angrily gotten in his car and made a beeline straight for her. Ran her over and killed her while she was talking to her mom. He apparently asked someone nearby to help him load her in the back of his car, and he drove her body to his home and brought her inside. Some witnesses had followed him home and called the cops. They arrested him on the spot.

The other thing happened when we were 14/15 - same school. There was this badass algebra teacher/baseball coach that we all loved. He had been going over to this girl’s house to “tutor” her for close to a year, but one day her mom found a sext from him on her daughter’s phone. Come to find out, he had been raping her just about the whole time, but also they like basically had a full-fledged relationship. This girl’s mom was one of the admins at our school, and like I had mentioned, it was a really small school, so the staff were something like a family. There was constantly outings and events with all of the staff and their families, so the two of them were able to spend time a lot of time together without raising eyebrows. The girl was 13 at the time, and the teacher was in his late 30s. He got sentenced to 15 years in jail.

The top of their head is perfectly round. It’s really unsettling lol.

Only thing I miss from Reddit was the booming Project Zomboid subreddit I had stumbled upon. I like Lemmy way more in general.

This is the kinda selfless attitude the world needs.

Fantastic game. One of the ones that has stuck with me through the years.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

I’m half hispanic/white. I grew up with my Mexican family and spent most summers in Mexico visiting family. I’m fluent in spanish and mostly identify culturally with my Mexican side. But my dad was a very white guy from northeast Texas, so I look very white.

While in college, I found myself serving and eventually bartending at a popular Colombian restaurant/club. I got called a lot of nasty things by Latino folks who assumed I was appropriating their culture or thought I was mocking them. I’ve also had Latino folks talk shit about me in spanish in front of me - assuming I didn’t understand.

I often find myself playing it down or pretending I don’t know spanish so as not to upset people. It has to be a conscious decision because it’s very different from how I talk with my family.

Wish I had some cool, “I showed them” story, but I was always frustrated and hurt in those situations. It’s like all of my upbringing, experiences, and familial relationships didn’t matter because I don’t look like them.

**I’d just like to add that for as many rude Latino people I’ve met, I’ve met 4x as many wonderful Latino people.

My dad was a wonderful man with a great heart, but I think in this conversation, it’s more productive to speak of his downfalls. He died when I was 15, and I was very close to him until then. He was so often smiling, and giving, and generous, and caring to everyone and anyone he met. But one of the most impactful things I remember is that he was severely depressed in the last 5 years of his life. As a child, I didn’t know what to do about it. Shit, as an adult, I wouldn’t know what to do.

If you feel depression creeping up, for the sake of your daughter - for the sake of your family - get help.

I miss my dad so much, and I hate that the dominating memories I have of him are when he was max depressed, or when he was in a coma.

I instinctually downvoted that. I don’t think you’re a bad person, and this picture is so perfect for this post, but damn. You coulda just let me go on living my life, not knowing this fucking thing existed.

Maroon 5 - Songs About Jane.

They used to be so delightfully unique and funky. They’re just sellouts now.

Thanks for delivering!