Well whenever I want to keep track of an important document, I put AAA or 000 in front of the title. And then I make several copies. And then I make multiple folders intending to organize things. And then I wind up with 30 separate docs folders yet all my documents end up in the general My Documents, Downloads, or Desktop folders instead.
I’m confused though. Don’t people use this to talk about how small things like bugs can fall from a large height and be uninjured, but large things like a human or elephant will be injured if falling from a height? I feel like what you’re saying is backwards to what the internet has told me.
There were probably others with no friends who just had social anxiety. You probably didn’t notice because they just blended into the background and didn’t stand out much.
This is interesting and I think it sounds like they are in a better scenario than others who marry for money. I’m glad she actually likes him as well. It’s certainly odd, but it seems like both of them benefit from the partnershipand both seem to be open about it. While unusual, it seems healthier than other types of these relationships where it isn’t clearly stated.
I will say like the one other user said…make sure she has a way that she could support herself in the event he leaves her or something.
What if OP wants to play mahjong on a 200 inch projector screen
Yeah I don’t think it’s really fair for anyone to be generalizing people over the number of friends they have. There are shitty and no shitty people in both camps.
Yeah I’d like to think I’m not a bad person. I just have intense social anxiety. The only way I’ve made friends are when chatty people tend to talk to me and invite me to things. I’ve always appreciated when people do this, but then I just don’t retain the friendship when I or they have moved across the country or when we’ve moved into different life stages (ex: graduating from high school or college or changing jobs). I’m fortunate enough to have a friend now who is just nice and talks to me. Prior to that I didn’t have anyone for a while outside of my online friends. Some of us are really just terrified of other human beings is all.
Part of this is that I have always an intense paranoia of appearing too clingy, so I never invite anyone else out to do things. Notice how one of the commenters said they broke off a friendship because the other person was too clingy. Well I just break it off first by never engaging because I don’t want them to think I’m too clingy or weird. Even now with the one friend I have I fear that I text too much or bother them too much or things like that. I try to limit myself and leave them alone but I never know where the line is between never speaking and between speaking too much.
So I just chill alone I guess.
Thank you guys! I will likely be deleting this post soon (although I know it will likely be eternally on the fediverse).
I had a nice time. We just talked and walked and it was pretty chill. I don’t really know if I had to label the experience as a “date” or anything, but nothing too crazy happened haha. Found out he’ll be moving across the country in a few months (which I already kind of knew by this just confirmed it). That’s ok! Nothing wrong with just meeting a new human and hanging out for a bit. We’re gonna try to do something again before he moves away I think!
Yes we actually “met” on a website for asexual people which I why I feel a lot less pressure in this sort of scenario than way back when I went on a date with a non-asexual person. Weirdly though, a lot of asexual people still want to make out and have sex, but in general it’s not as much as non-asexuals. Thank you, though. I will try to just enjoy the walk and chat.
Yes that’s basically all I want out of any type of relationship!
I don’t mean that no one finds me attractive (not that I am some level of celebrity beauty or anything). I mean the other way around. I don’t have the capacity to find others attractive.
Don’t get me wrong, I can tell the difference between a good looking and an ugly person. It just doesn’t do much for me. It’s like having a nice landscape painting. It’s nice but I don’t feel some type of way about it.
I understand that sentiment, but this really isn’t the place for that right now.
I think it’s brick in some areas because that’s the converted basement area. The other parts probably already had walls like that and they just painted them.
It’s the royal throne.
Bad real estate? More like amazing real estate. I love it lmao. Well, except for the pricetag.
This is so stupid but I love it
Oh believe me, I fully get that I have a bit of “small boob privilege” in terms of being able to wear bralettes. Do the non-bralette, non-underwire bras still not work for you though? They seem to provide a decent amount of support, but idk how they work for everyone.
Plus why put this here instead of in the NSFW instance they came from?
I’m with you on that. I’ve never really understood why books are supposed to be seen as somehow the superior and more intelligent medium.
Why do people praise books as some weird superiority over other media? Is it literally just because they are older? There are deep, thought provoking, intelligent books, sure, but there are also plenty of brainrot books. The same can honestly be said for things like movies and TV shows and podcasts/radio shows.
What gives?
Interesting website! I’ll have to remember to try this when I can find where I put my tape measure.
Personally, once I found bralettes I’ve never gone back. My boobs are small enough that they work just fine. The comfort level has gone up by like ten billion. Bras without underwire come in second but still not the greatest. I just can’t really understand bras with underwire.
Tbh, I’m able to go braless under loose fitting sweaters, but for any other shirt, I just don’t have the right boob shape for it.
Once during a phone call, my family needed to know the rough dimensions of something at my brother’s house. He couldn’t find a tape measure, but he had a jug of milk. We determined that the item we needed to know the dimensions of was the size of the height of my brother plus one milk jug.