I am 48.

I haven’t used Twitter in so many years (long before that shithead stepped through the doors holding a sink). 🤷‍♂️

Those comments. 🤮

It’s simple really. White folk, especially old white men, have done so many bad things for so long that there really isn’t much legitimate good things that they can take credit for anymore. Add to that a systemic lack of accountability, and you get a lot of fragile egos that don’t understand that part of life is a) apologizing, and 2) sitting with and thinking about the things that make you uncomfortable. So instead, they prop themselves up by bringing other people down, and removing the legitimate accomplishments of the people that in effect demonstrate how inferior these white old men genuinely are.

~i.e. they lack emotional maturity, emotional intelligence, and empathy.~

Wise words!

Sounds like to me that you’re ignorant of what mental illness is and how it affects people’s judgment.

~But hey, you get to feel superior, so you’re good, right? 🤷‍♂️~

They also probably have a personal account that they can use as a discretionary fund for whatever they individually want to do.

Clothing: socks, underwear, or t-shirts.

Wall-E

The Solomon Grundy of ADHD.

I am not smart enough to come to my own conclusions about a lot of science, so yes I must believe what the collective scientific community asserts, because I have no other way to prove things that happen. For me, that means putting my faith in their accuracy. So yes, I believe in science.

It should also be noted that there are people out there that treat science as a religion; that it is infallible, and cannot be changed, and to suggest otherwise is blasphemy. 🤷‍♂️

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I was rebellious. It started when I was in the 4th grade, and I had a goofy teacher. It made me want to not be serious and not do my work.

I started slacking off. By the 6th grade, I decided to skip school one day. I got caught in a Best Buy-like store (I can’t remember the name) playing Nintendo on the store display.

By the 7th grade, I befriended a 9th grader who taught me how to skip school and not get caught. It was addictive. He also taught me how to break into people’s houses (mostly through doggie doors) and steal. We got busted by the cops for truancy once, and he ratted me out saying I was the ring leader.

I spent a lot of summers in summer school making up for all the failed classes (due to skipping class). It should also be noted that I was a latchkey kid (80s and 90s), and we had an answering machine that I would regularly wipe messages from the school before my parents got home.

When I was 15, my parents joined Amway and would go on regular weekend trips. So my brother would have his of-age friend buy us booze using the food money, and we would throw huge house parties that usually ended with the cops being called. I would get blackout drunk on those weekends.

I used to drive my car to drivers ed.

I dropped out of high school three times. I also attempted suicide 7 times. It’s a miracle Im alive.

My kids are nothing like me (so far), and I aim to keep it that way. I don’t lie to them, and I will gladly tell them about my childhood. They need to know that I understand that shit happens so they can come to me with any problems they have.

I don’t force or guilt them into doing things. I give them choices. I also give them consequences. They don’t always agree with me, but they at least do what needs to be done (they are both usually A/B students). My oldest got his first D in 7th grade Spanish. I’m glad he did. Now he knows what it feels like to not succeed, and hopefully won’t suffer as much anxiety when he starts struggling the next time; i.e. he knows that life will go on regardless of what grade he gets.

I am American. Born and bred in the south, no less. I’ve seen both blatant and subtle/accidental racism first hand from my family. I’ve also seen financial struggles and a foreclosure on my childhood home. But I’m still blessed compared to most. And I won’t hesitate to help anybody out when I can (I don’t care who you are). I can only hope my kids grow up to do the same.

~Take all that for what you will. It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.~

It’s not about changing the Republican vote. They’re worried that Democrats will start coming out and voting in off-cycle elections (e.g. midterms), which is not something a lot of Democrats do regularly.

If Democrats voted as often as Republicans, we’d have a whole different political landscape right now. That’s why they’re worried.

Everything beats this. Even an old leathery shoe.

Is it even a bar (standard) anymore of it’s low enough to be laying on the ground?

Don’t forget AI, for a toilet.

What? He ended his almost incoherent sentence with a period.

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So I might have fucked up last week:

I have been contemplating buying a new couch for my house. It being Thanksgiving, I figured this was the best time so I could save some money. So I hopped in my car and went and bought a new couch.

I also decided this would be a good time to rearrange my living room the way I wanted it to be (for the new couch). This meant halving two builtins to accommodate my very large TV stand. My thought process was that I could remove half the builtins without having to remove them completely; I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong.

Not only am I going to have to build all new builtins, but also:

1. Left an inch gap between the ceiling drywall and the wall
2. I must’ve cracked the ceiling drywall removing a builtin, so I need to patch the ceiling (its a popcorn ceiling)
3. The carpet under the builtins is not the same carpet as my living room
4. The builtins were painted after they were installed — including the wall behind the builtins (i.e. there was no backing to the builtins)
5. The window on that wall is not centered in the room (in fact, I don’t think anything in that house — window, fireplace — are centered)

So yeah, I can’t help but wonder how many years it’ll be before I fix my living room.

~All because of a fucking couch. 🤦‍♂️~