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Ohh, if only my love life were that adventurous.

There is a way out, but it involves not caring what classmates think. That’s a high bar for a lot of kids, especially in middle school. Kids have to come to that conclusion on their own. No amount of adults telling them “you shouldn’t care” will change things.

By high school I found social success after not caring what others thought. But I had been bullied my whole school experience up til that point, so by high school I had run out of fucks to give. In other words, I learned the hard way, but that’s something every teen has to figure out for themselves.

I remember when high tops were in vogue. Granted, I hung out with kids in the “alternative music” scene, and Vans sponsored Warped Tour so much that “Vans Warped Tour” was just a normal term for us.

Some kids ask “why” because they understand the question and want to know more, but that isn’t the only reason.

Asking “why” tends to result in people talking to you. Ever hear a kid ask “why” over and over again without caring about the answer? They may have been asking the question because it provides them with attention. It’s a single word that nearly guarantees an adult will talk to you, and sometimes that’s all a kid really wants.

What a great story to read while I wait for a call back from my doctor, due to a sore throat…

It would be nice if there were information on what part of the throat is supposed to hurt. I’ve got pain in the esophagus, but not the trachea. I can talk pain-free, but it hurts like hell to swallow.

As a member of Gen Y, it’s been interesting seeing younger generations take on habits I’ve been doing for years. A few years ago I took a couple weeks to take a road trip across the country, after quitting one job and acquiring a start date for a new one (to start after I returned.) I’ve been doing this because vacations in the US of 2 or more weeks are impossible to get in many jobs.

For the situation above, I had planned a vacation for the first job - I requested it nearly two months early. Then a few days before I was set to go (after I’d already booked a place to stay), my boss attempted to deny my time off. Thankfully, HR put their foot down and I was able to go, but it was the last straw for me. So when I got a new job, I planned out time to enjoy for myself before returning to the rat race.

Workers are human. We need a break sometimes. If companies aren’t going to respect that basic human need, we’re going to find ways to reclaim our time.

(I lived.)

Phew Thank you for that closure.

To any prospective and new parents stumbling onto this thread: Turn back. NOW.

This thread will give you nightmare fuel. You have been warned.

I accidentally slammed my picky toe into a corner once and I’m pretty sure I broke it. But I was scared to tell my parents, so I just wore socks around the house until it healed.

I don’t think it healed properly either. If I feel the edges of my picky toes, I can feel a difference between my right and left. Using standard anatomical terms of location for clarity, the toe that got injured has a pointier joint on the medial edge, with the distal bone of the pinky turning slightly more laterally than the uninjured toe bone does. It doesn’t hurt today and doesn’t cause me any issues, as far as I can tell.

It still sucks that I’m not the only one who felt the need to hide an injury as a child.

Oof, this happened when my family went tubing down the Delaware River. It was the first time in my life that I was grateful women’s bathing suits include a top, as I got burnt horribly, but I didn’t end up with as much burn as the guys in my party all did. My poor, Canadian boyfriend looked like a tomato at the end.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn

It’s a famous “six-word story” that is usually attributed to Ernest Hemingway. This meme’s framing is a reference/parody of it.

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If I wanted that, I’d use the hand-held shower head.

Knock-offs include: Steamed Clams and the Albany-exclusive Steamed Hams.

My bad. I usually skim other comments to make sure I’m not making a repeat post, but apparently I dropped the ball here.

My mom’s philosophy: Life isn’t fair.

My philosophy: Life’s as fair as people make it.

She’s the type to see issues and say, “Someone should do something about that.” I’m the type to respond with, “You are someone. You should do something.”

Thank fuck my dad’s not that way. When he sees an animal stuck in a road, he pulls over and rescues them. He came home one day with three baby bunnies that he found in a highway median, swaddled in his shirt. My mom would’ve seen the rabbits, thought, “That’s so sad, someone should rescue them,” and kept driving.

That sounds similar to AAA, pronounced “Triple A.” In the US, it’s an optional “club” that provides emergency road service to members. I’ve had to rely on it before, and recommend it for those who drive a used car (which can have unforeseen issues in the works.)

With the post indicating that it was a kid’s birthday, I thought the same thing. They may be buying supplies for an entire party. Walking home in summer heat carrying a cake (that should probably be refrigerated) doesn’t sound easy, but add in the kids (are they big enough to help carry things? Or are the kids so little that they need to be carried?) and the rest of the supplies the family bought, and it easily adds up. Then we have roads that aren’t designed for walking, no public transit options, and who knows how far they had to travel to get back home.

I struggled with some potted houseplants last year. Come winter, I assumed they’d all died so I just gave up.

But this spring, one of the plants bounced back stronger than ever. All it took was some tender, loving neglect. It’s still thriving on my porch right now.

Cost to dispose of it is greater than zero.

I was looking for a comment mentioning this. If it’s a rural area, the local waste management facility might take a trek to get to. If you have to make multiple trips, or rent/hire a vehicle to get rid of something (like having to tow an old car), the time and cost can add up.

So if it’s not accepted with a typical trash pick-up, it’s still gotta be somewhere, even if you don’t want it anymore. Keeping it on your own property is at least more ethical than dumping it in the woods somewhere (though you’ll find plenty of that in some areas, too.)