I saw this somewhere else before, and while RATM isn't my favorite band by a long shot, it does go to prove that it's the musician that matters. All those teenagers obsessively studying which strings, pickups, and even pick thicknesses and brands their favorite guitarists use, convinced that if they just put together the same combination of gear.... I know from experience.
I’m descended from a guy who shot his toe off when it became infected. To be fair, this was the 1910s when it happened and he probably lived too far away from a local doctor/didn’t have money to afford treatment. Still, it basically sums up my family’s philosophy: “Got a problem, solve it yourself!”
I find this especially funny, because I just got told my blood test was normal. It is as I feared. Time to research!
I just spent IDK how long looking for a word in my wordsearch that I had already found, but forgot to cross off the list.
So last year, I got myself a plain hot water bottle-no cover. I decided I would make a cover for it myself, whilst saving some money into the bargain. I began making the cover...and then I lost interest/enthusiasm, as per usual. Now it's that time of year again, and I am realizing that I still haven't finished that cover! Do I really want to spend another year with my hot water bottle in a pillowcase? Hmm...
I feel really self conscious about my English... until I hear/see other people around me use it Then I spend all night slaying the language and I get back to feeling shit about it
I teach EFL for a living and have for the last 18 years. I've never heard you speak, but while your written English isn't without the occasional minor error, in my professional opinion, you're doing great! I've studied a number of languages, from a full-intensive immersion level to a casual hobby level, and you're doing better than I have in any of them. Don't sweat it, you're fine. -Professor Aschendale
Don't worry, the secret World Federation has galactic translators for all of us. (Ooops, I didn't say that... shhhh)
I emptied the kitchen bin, and put in a new bag. I later discovered a second bin bag with a handful of rubbish in, just opposite said bin. *facepalm*
Confession: When I was very young, I used to think we were *literally* eating Jesus and drinking his blood. As in they killed him every week on Monday and slowly cooked him to the small round breads by Sunday. I...had a very active imagination as a child.
As a kiddo, during the 4th of July fireworks, I always envisioned them shooting out of the head of some King, standing in the middle of the nearby park.
I confess that one of the reasons I'm so adamant - some would say melodramatic - about living life as a writer or "die trying", is for most of my life I've been a quitter and easily discouraged. I refuse to ever quit writing, the only occupation I have open to me that I believe I'm good at AND that I love (when I'm not depressed and feeling utterly hopeless and defeated). I confess I started smoking because I don't believe I'll ever find somebody that I love, with whom I'll start a family and build a future with, that I'd ever be able to support them doing something fulfilling and meaningful anyway. It's the good ol' Kierkegaardian leap of faith; if I'm 50 years old one day and it turns out I was wrong all about this, I'll get cancer or something and regret my smoking. If I quit smoking and it turns out I was right about all this anyway, I'll regret not having done everything in my hedonistic power to die before the age of 50. There is simply no getting out of this conundrum. I confess I originally became an atheist because of arrogance and a misplaced anger toward God. I'm now agnostic. I confess I'm addicted to sex. I confess I'm a weeb.
I'm going through a depressive state atm, so things like that will probably become standard for a while. Alongside hardly eating, I suspect.
I think I can relate to you a bit with that. Sometimes, I just feel the need to shut everything out and stop functioning for a while. Take the time you need in order to feel alright, flawed. Although, I do have to say that the little things like opening curtains or windows have helped me more than I thought they would. Even if the light sucks, I've found that darkness makes it last longer. Comedy videos on YouTube also have helped me break out of it at times -something unexpectedly funny can do that-, although nothing works 100% of the time. Lemme know if you want to talk.
Confession: to deal with the loneliness of being homeschooled, I kidnapped and raised a baby chicken in my bedroom from the place I worked. Then, when someone kidnapped her from me, I stole a duck egg (also from the place I worked) and incubated it in a styrofoam cooler. Now, I have a Muscovy duck that lives with my two dogs in our suburban backyard. She shits everywhere and is now able to fly. Oh yeah, and my dad taught her how to beg. Should I have done either of those things? No. Do I regret it? Not really. Does this say anything about my ability to make rational and non-impulsive decisions? Yes, but it already happened so whatever. Spoiler: This is Duck-Duck