They don't want kids to be smart and they definitely don't want kids to appreciate beauty or real art. Sorry to hear this, Catrin and Shadowfax.
Brought the family together for a sibling's birthday but things soured between me and one of them. I'm done trying to understand or be part of my siblings' lives anymore. Bottom line, they can dish criticism, but they can't take it (or contrary opinions).
Families are more drama than they're worth sometimes I hope you're okay! I'm not happy because my guinea pig goes to live with my mum today
Yes, you're right I've only had him for a year and a half but I've grown so attached to him during that time Still, I can keep tabs on him when he's with my mum She's promised to put him on Skype for me :')
Ugh! I've been nauseated and had a headache all day. Finally kept some chicken orzo soup down. Now on to give the tylenol a try.
That sucks! I hope you're feeling better now. I'm annoyed with a colleague right now. She's seemingly incapable of admitting she made a mistake. Like, how is that the end of the world? Everyone drops the ball sooner or later. With people like that, you are discouraged to tell them how they could improve because they take no responsibility. It's a ridiculous delusion that you could go about your life without making a single mistake -- oh but it's always someone else's fault!
My grandfather's eaten very little in the home the past two weeks and I got a phone call today, reminding me that, oh yeah, my landlord wants to evict me even though I have a lawyer to handle correspondence. I don't want to think about anyone. I'm just running on empty. I'm curling home in bed. I don't know how people keep going. I was able to go skydiving out of a plane, but handling this sort of stuff where it feels like there's barely any reprieve before something else horrible happens...God, my life has changed so much compared to three years ago. I don't know where I can generate strength again.
I feel like everything is pointless. I work hard, earn good money, and feel I get very little in return. Everything is so needlessly difficult and complex today - why is this? Or maybe it's just me.
It's just you. The rest of live lives that are all bluebirds and whipped cream. The 'good money' is whet you get in return for working hard. You expected more?
ATMs have been in existence long enough that there is no reason for anyone to stand in front of one in a slack-jawed stupor for fifteen minutes in order to withdraw a $20 bill.
It's the people in pubs who wait until they get to the bar to work out what they want to drink that make me want to kill.
The other day, I was in our local liquor store stocking up on a bunch of stuff. There was a guy there who was already there before I arrived, and he was just scanning through the entire place as I was getting everything on my list. I kept glancing over at him wondering if he'd ever decide to buy anything. Finally, after twenty minutes or so, I'd gotten everything on my list and was loading it all into the car, and he came out. After all that time, he'd just bought one bottle of beer. One bottle. Not even a six-pack! More than twenty minutes in the liquor store, trying to make up his mind, and he comes out at last with JUST ONE BOTTLE OF BEER? Weird.
Now that is strange. I wonder what was going through his head, no one is surely THAT picky with beer, surely.
That's annoying. It should be a law in all bars/pubs the world over to know what you're gonna drink before you go up to the bar to order so you're not holding everyone else up. >:[ I know the minute I step into my local Irish pub* that I want some sweet, tasty Guinness. * It's a specific bar that was founded by a native Irishman and it's based off of the pubs in, y'know, Ireland. It's part of the name, and we've kept it out of respect, but otherwise, all the other liquor places are the usual bars we Yanks use.
Two Sundays ago (Superbowl Sunday) I was in a restaurant that had a couple gallons of warm water on a tile floor near the drink dispenser. I fell on this floor and felt weird pain all up and down my right arm like I'd never felt before. I then felt my shoulder pop back into place but my arm still hurt. Went to urgent care the next day. No bones broken. They said I probably had a temporary partial dislocation, because if it were a complete dislocation I likely would not have been able to get it back. They said I could come back in a week and if it was not better I could get an MRI, etc. Well, by this past Monday, it felt about 90% better -- better enough that I was convinced I would not need an MRI or to go back, so I cancelled the follow up. This morning, I went to put on a turtleneck shirt, and raised my arm and dislocated (I guess, again, partially) my shoulder. My whole arm again hurt and I felt it pop back into place. So I called the orthopedic urgent care center where I had gone and scheduled another appointment for tomorrow. I am figuring that now for the rest of my life I'm going to have to live in fear of this shoulder thing happening again. I am not experienced with these sorts of injuries and not good with them.