~~I also don’t recall the president denouncing Hamas very much during his address to the nation about the coup. Literally Hitler.~~
Sorry. This was more middle-of-the-night attempted sarcasm and even less topical. Sorry.
Even in Britain, the slow lane on two-human-wide escalators is on the right. It confounds me.
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Every time Americans are assigned a Republican president, the amount of Americans entitled to seek asylum elsewhere ticks up again.
I would prefer God existed simply so that there were a proper forum to air my grievances.
In those moments when it seems likely that Christian God very much exists, and is a vengeful and micromanaging hide-and-seek champion Who allows children to have cancer, and with Whom I’d be in a clearly abusive relationship, He, too, appears to be a sadistic con artist of the nepobaby, MLM-upline variety.
It gives say-no-to-me-or-any-other-male-in-my-fam-and-we’ll-dump-acid-on-you vibes
That’s actually and ironically super encouraging to hear! I’ve become afraid of this trap that I see miserable older people slide into at will.
Thank you.
Heads up: I’m sure you know, but others might not, that Mother Teresa was a sadistic con artist.
Instead of living that long, I would like to donate those years to the rest of you people. What’s 120 ÷ 8 000 000 000?
At least a couple of Kitboga’s calls have originated in India, but all the characters he plays are as upstanding as they come. Except for this one time at Dave & Buster's. Kit:
I have amblyopia—also known as lazy eye—which means I often see a bit of double vision—usually a sliver duplicated on the outside side of one of my eyes, even when I’m wearing contacts, and even though I don’t look like I have a lazy eye. My eyes definitely don’t work in concert and I’m told my 3D vision resembles what people see when they look at a postcard.
Finally, when I use binoculars, I use only one eyehole up to the non-lazy eye… So I’m wondering what exactly you normal people see out of binoculars? Is it like Looney Tunes?
Not advice, but my experience with the same feeling began to ease when someone told me that being upset about, say wars overseas, was not itself helping anyone anywhere and was in fact harming me and those around me.
Another nudge away from caring too much about too much came when I began making conscious efforts to care even more about things I had a part in or things I could control or do or say, which gratefully left less time and energy to care too much about the rest.