Not sure who I’ll write in yet.
Not sure who I’ll write in yet.
Didn’t say you couldn’t vote how you want. You don’t have to smile, either
I’m a capitolist, and I’m not voting Biden.
Enjoy the Trump win everyone. We deserve it. You can thank the DNC. And Hilary Clinton.
Also, who’s actually making the calls and decisions right now? It’s not Biden. Obama? Clinton? Or are the DNC themselves deciding?
I’m not really scared of them, but I do have a visceral reaction to them. Something about them makes me want to vomit. Or, maybe it’s a level of fear I don’t recognize because I go from 0 to vomit and wanting to claw my eyes out real quick.
But we’re all gonna die,
Decompose into daffodils and dandelions,
The bees will use our flowers for whatever they like,
Make the honey that our grandkids will put inside,
their morning tea, it’s the thing of life.
Oof, 10 years and you still sucked? Yeah, I’ve seen it pleanty.
What a dumb take.
So, you were a shit instructor who had barely started teaching at a shit school so that must be how they all are?
Just like everything, you’re going to have a range from great to awful. You sound like you were on the awful side of things. Must suck.
Sincerely, a martial arts instructor.
When I was 6, I was in a boating accident.
My family and I were waterskiing and camping off this little island on the lake. We did it all the time, since my uncle had a speedboat.
My mom was about to take her turn, and I was sitting in the boat behind my uncles seat, facing the back to watch her ski. When my uncle tried to start the boat, it faltered. Made a rut-rut-rut noise but wouldn’t start. After try three or four, I smelled something awful, and pinched my nose. The last thing I remember is my mom asking me if I smelled something bad, and I nodded.
The engine exploded into a ball of fire and engulfed me.
The next thing I know, I’m under water and bobbing to the surface (wear your life-vests, kids). My mom is screaming and my cousin is swimming to me and drags me to shore. My uncle (just outside the blast radius) had reached into the fire to grab me and thrown me into the water.
I was… calm. I felt nothing. We had to hail a passing boat to take us off the island to get to a hospital. I remember my mom asking me if I hurt, and shaking my head.
If i looked at my arms and legs and saw what I looked like at that point, I can’t remember at all, but I was covered in third-degree burns. I was in the hospital for a while, and then was in a wheelchair for a bit while my legs were wrapped. I had to have water therapy for my burns. I do remember the oblong, black boils that developed over my burns in the months that followed. For a long period of time, I couldn’t be in the sun, and had to wear a bonnet when I went to school.
My skin healed beautifully though. I’ve only got one long-lasting scar from it on my shoulder. The doctor said that my uncle throwing me into the cold lake water is what most-likely saved my skin from being permanently damaged. I’m sure being 6 years old helped immensely, too.
What was it like?
I’ve got pairs scattered all over the world at the bottom of lakes. I always forget I have them on my head and lose them in the water when I fall in.
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I think there was one guy who did… a mountain lion, maybe? I’ll have to find it again
They do call it The MotherFucker gene, lol
It’s not going to be a fix for everyone, but if you feel like this guy, you should check to see if you’ve got the rare form of the MTHFR Gene, which means you’ll be up to 80% deficient of methylfolate.
Methylfolate is what our body turns folic acid into. It’s a base element that our bodies use to function properly. If you’ve got an extreme deficiency, well, things just aren’t functioning properly. People affected with this will have lived with these issues their whole lives.
Now, up to 60% of the population has a mild form of MTHFR, so the gene itself isn’t uncommon, it’s the rare form you’ll be looking for.
Anyway, getting on a high dose of methylfolate changed my life, life from night to day, I’m not kidding. I still take medication for anxiety and depression, but the methylfolate helps them to function like they’re supposed to.
Again, it’s not a fix for everyone, but on the off chance you have it, I’d check it out.
I was in the right place, right time, found a solid, hardwood dresser at Goodwill for $30!
I’m assuming in a bid to conduct door-to-door preaching is what the title was supposed to say?
I actually really like this. I suffer heavily from Imposter Syndrom, and one of the biggest realizations I had was that my new project manager manages to keep his job despite being absolutely horrible at it.
The one previous to him was worse.
Just like everything else. It’s easy when it’s not happening to you.
And a vote for Biden is a vote for the death or Palestinian children. If someone dies no matter what, the wind is taken out of your threat. Or is your life more important somehow?