At least for me, turning 30 felt liberating in a sense. You’re not really described as young anymore, and expectations of you are different.
I still care about social issues but I don’t feel pressured to be militant about them, and even if someone tried to exert that pressure I wouldn’t care. I can just say I’m tired if I don’t wanna do something and that’s considered a valid reason.
Dating? So much less pressure. I know who I am and what I want, as do others in their 30s. You figure out if you’re a good match pretty quickly.
Sure, it takes longer to bounce back from injuries, hangovers, etc and the simple act of getting up makes more snaps, crackles, and pops than a bowl of Rice Krispies. But overall it feels like I can live my life the way I want to and nobody cares. And that is a good feeling.
Pretty sure the show I saw in 2015 was also touted as a farewell tour. In which he kept addressing us as Toledo. Wrong city. Wrong country. Dude has been on the decline for a while now, and I’m glad he’s now at peace.
Training. Like all the other breeds. You need to train a bloodhound to track without getting distracted. You need to train a husky as a sled dog, to work with a team. Any of those breeds can be violent with a bad owner or improper training.
Wouldn’t it be an interesting theory if the planet was doing this to heal itself? One of the largest contributors to climate change is the massive amount of emissions for meat production. If people are suddenly allergic to meat, production slows. Production slows, fewer emissions. Fewer emissions, things stop getting worse (or do so at a slower rate).
If it runs through a Bluetooth mesh network, wouldn’t that mean you would need a substantial userbase for this to be viable whatsoever unless you are physically near the people you want to message?
Primary thought (secondary supporting thought [tertiary supporting thought {fucking quaternary supporting thought, we have long since forgotten the primary thought}])
I’ve got a good Draiman story. Disturbed played in my city in 2009. It was an all day music festival. I was on my feet all day which aggravated my old knee injury. Disturbed were the last or second to last band to play at night, so by the time they came on I was in so much pain. I went and sat down in the closest section to me.
The band comes out and plays their set. A bit of the way through Draiman does some crowd interaction. He calls for everyone to stand up. Everyone does, except for my section. He pointed at us and went “what is this, the fucking pussy section?” I looked around… it was the disabled section.
So anyway, that’s the story of how I got called a pussy by Draiman.
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At least for me, turning 30 felt liberating in a sense. You’re not really described as young anymore, and expectations of you are different.
I still care about social issues but I don’t feel pressured to be militant about them, and even if someone tried to exert that pressure I wouldn’t care. I can just say I’m tired if I don’t wanna do something and that’s considered a valid reason.
Dating? So much less pressure. I know who I am and what I want, as do others in their 30s. You figure out if you’re a good match pretty quickly.
Sure, it takes longer to bounce back from injuries, hangovers, etc and the simple act of getting up makes more snaps, crackles, and pops than a bowl of Rice Krispies. But overall it feels like I can live my life the way I want to and nobody cares. And that is a good feeling.