

Like…in my apartment? Probably not but I’ve also never tried.
Like…in my apartment? Probably not but I’ve also never tried.
Convince your loved ones to sell all of their material belongings, announce as a group that you are a band of undocumented Romanian gypsies, get deported, arrive in Romania, hoof it to the Ukraine border and claim to be Ukrainian refugees, be accepted into the UK,
Open the first Michelin recognized hotdog and burger food cart, sell your life rights to netflix, go back to the US with all your new money, shit in a paper bag, set it on fire, leave it on the doorsteps of people that have wronged you, go back to the UK, find out that the nearby shawarma shop has stolen your clientele, get depressed, get in a physical argument with the shawarma guys, get deported back to Ukraine,
Channel your anger into fighting the Russians, become known as the Ukrainian ghost sniper with 420 confirmed kills, die a hero, your grandchildren try to sell your war memorabilia on the dark web for vape money, uncover your hidden past as an American, they shit in a paper bag, light it on fire, then leave it on the front porch
I read this with pauses in the wrong spots and thought it was going to be some kind of joke that your boss was your wife or something
Brother, I think being rolled down the street by a sumo wrestler is a better experience than most public transport around here
I assume they don’t charge you to get deported so there’s a free ticket there and I’m no geographist but there’s a couple countries that also use english as their official language
I’d rather cry in a Rolls Royce than at the bus stop
No offense to Americans, I understand some of you are great people, but I wouldn’t need much of a reason to leave America at this point. If not for my safety, then for my sanity. If not for my sanity, then for eggs.
Ya I understood what you meant and it would be insane of me to legitimately think I’m the only one in this situation.
I’ve worked through a lot of cptsd to reprogram myself to take my own emotions into consideration. Parents have a huge effect on their kids. I was subconciously drawn towards people who reminded me of what was familiar, my parents, which most people couldn’t be paid enough to deal with long term. I was constantly told by them and their “friends” that my job is to take care of them, that is why I was brought into this world. When your brain is still malleable, you tend to believe things as they are presented.
Yes I do try to only seek out people who I aspire to be like now but it’s not always easy to figure out who someone truly is. Constant struggle between being forgiving and recognizing red flags for what they are.
I changed careers and cut off nearly everyone I was “friends” with prior to understanding what kind of people I was attracting with my personality. I do things that I want and enjoy now, I just don’t know how to recharge my social battery back to where it was. If it’s even possible.
What exactly do you mean by the barrier to entry? Did I unknowingly pass an autism test by creating an account?
When I burned out of the corporate world, I went back to school for horticulture and became a gardener. Nature bathing/green therapy is very real and I agree very important for people to do regularly to ground themselves in this chaotic world.
I know I’m not the only one with this issue and it could probably become more common with the direction society has chosen to head in. Ya unfortunately I was born to some less than ideal parents so I was forced into a caregiver role as a child. That made me into someone who would, to a fault, always believe people can change for the better if I give them the chance. Which of course is not true for a lot of people and a painful lesson to learn.
Nah, actually I’m perfect and everyone around me is just stupid. Kidding of course. I know I have my quirks and I’ve also learned to cater to other’s preferences as a child. Not so much anymore, someone mentioned in here something about not setting yourself on fire to keep others warm. I wish someone told me that was an option decades ago.
Nah, it’s easy to block and or not engage in toxicity on social media if you choose so
Walking talking eating shitting cell phone holders is pretty funny, and accurate
I find a lot of peace in limiting my social interactions because a lot of people like to make assumptions and act like they know my life better than I do. In this world, money is directly correlated with security and being in healthcare I’m sure you already know the difference in quality of healthcare between someone with and without the means to afford it.
You’re exaggerating and putting words in my mouth that every single person I interact with is out to get me. I hope you aren’t in mental health with that kind of approach. I had and still have a lousy family. Are you making assumptions about my relationship history or did I tell you that I’ve only had 1 adult relationship?
I’m not looking for support groups, I was stating a part of why I lost a lot of faith in people.
Have a good night
I was very social when I was younger. Worked retail jobs from 15-23. I didn’t have and technically still don’t have a problem talking to whoever, whether it’s a crackhead at the library or a prof at school. I just got to a point where I couldn’t handle the abuse from family, being betrayed by my ex of 7 years, serious health issue, and noone wanted to help me through it regardless of what kindness I showed them in the past. Really woke me up to people’s bullshit, smile to your face but consider you an annoyance when you’re down and out. Made me really reconsider what I wanted to spend my few years on earth doing. Putting up with people, or providing myself with peace and security.
Edit: what I’ve found about being a forgiving person is that you can forgive someone for 100 of their faults but when the last straw breaks the camels back, you are automatically an anti-social asshole because you have a limit to how much BS you can handle
I think that applies prior to texting, social media, video calls too though. Except back then, I could avoid people by either not giving them my number or saying I wasn’t home when they called.
Now you’re expected to have your phone on you at all times, then little Jimmy from elementary school finds you on social media and wants to know if you’re interested in essential oils.
Especially shibari
The way I see it, they can say yes or no. Which is basically 50/50 so you have a 50% chance of passing this stage.
The rest of it is easy work as long as you’re all young, fit, combat trained, able to fake at least 3 european accents, have solid bowel movements, have international underworld connections, a bit of business sense, and a small fortune in a swiss bank