IT WAS NOT!! >:[ I genuinely thought it was a nice, touching post but instead it was the exact opposite. It revolved around a quote a videogame character said, "Chin up, I know the night just got darker but it won't last forever."
the problem with enjoying the misfortunes of those you don't like is that that enjoyment doesn't prompt you to improve your life. Actually the satisfaction you feel maintains the delusion that you don't need to improve yourself or cannot improve your life. I rather put my emotional and mental energy into making my life better, whatever that means for me.
Damn straight! You got this one! You can do this! As for me? I'm just blowing off the excess anxiety before work by messing around on my phone taking silly selfies. xD
TMW you confuse the gas station clerk. Since my sister is with me, i couldnt get into any bars because she is 6 months away from 21. So i went to the gas station to get a beer and a lemonade (for sister). the clerk scans the lemonade and scan the beer... and frowns. he looks at it and then looks at me and looks at it again and says "this is beer..." I said "yes i know. heres my ID" (i had it in my hand the whole time) he laughs and takes my card, scans it, and apologizes and give me my beer and ID back.
That moment when you're about to post about the massive plot hole you think you've just dug for yourself... and then realise that there's actually a VERY good reason for the characters not to do the thing, so the plot hole does not in fact exist.
I've often found that in the process of trying to explain my writing problems clearly I find the solution to them. Just looking at it from a different angle helps a lot.
TMW your copy of the AARP magazine arrives -- already a sad moment that you get them -- and it has a story about all the things happening in 1972, and you remember them like yesterday, and you realize to people now in their early 20s the year 1972 is as far back as 1922 was to you at their age, and man oh man do you feel old.
It's not just writing. I'm amazed at how often I've gone to ask someone for help and then figured out the solution as I explained my problem to them. Communicating forces you to organize your thoughts.
TMW you have your arguments assembled and are ready to add your pearls of wisdom to a contentious discussion, a moderator closes the thread. Outrageous interruptus.
TMW you feel all smarty boots and clever because you know which thread was closed because you just visited it.
I know which threads were closed recently, but i can't see a great deal of need for outrage with any of them
There's always room for outrage, but mostly I was concerned about the tone of most of the replies to the OP.
I'm too lazy and/or too old and tired to feel outrage over essentially anonymous posts on a forum. Outrage is reserved for things like saw fly larvae on my roses, abandoned puppies, and anyone who says mean things about my horse..
TMW when the crook of my left arm hurts like fuck xD May hav overworked it after I lifted weights Friday, then did manual labor yesterday xD Gonna take it easy today.
That moment when you realise there are really only two seasons: the one where you're depressed because you're not getting enough daylight... and the one where you're depressed because there's TOO MUCH daylight and it's impossible to get proper sleep.
Haha, in my part of the UK that one usually coincides with the one that doesn't have enough daylight. But I'm immune to that one. I wear ear plugs. Also, the wind and the sound of wheelie bins spontaneously moving up and down the street is usually worse than the rain
