Two and a half days. Also how I came to really understand how abusive my mother is.
I needed surgery for a knee injury. I wasn't allowed to eat since the evening before. I went in, had surgery and my parents took me home to "take care of me".
I was so hungry after the surgery because it was like 2 pm and I hadn't eaten since maybe 4 pm the day before, so I asked if we can stop for food. I was told no, we have food at home. "Home" was an hour by car away.
So we come home, I somehow manage to get into bed and ask for food. My mother exploded, yelled at me to not be a lazy good-for-nothing that slouches around on the bed and that the only way I was getting any food was by getting up and sitting at the dining table like a normal person. I really don't know why I thought they'd treat me better this time. I guess I thought they'd know it's a legit surgery (unlike non-legit things like flu and fever that has never been an excuse to stay in bed). Anyway, I had my bottle of water with me but no food. Probably not enough water either. On the evening of my second day there my leg was feeling good enough for me to hobble into the kitchen and grab some snacks.
On the bright side, I learned that the stuff I've been telling myself like "Yeah they're assholes but will be there for me when I need them" was a lie.
There's this café in Nagoya, Japan, that serves sweet spaghetti: the spaghetti are flavoured with strawberry or chocolate and then you have fruits and sauces on top. It's delicious.
Edit because I just went through old photos and found one of the sweet spaghetti:
I think is is fascinating how much time Japanese teachers spendon extracurriculars
From what I know, a lot of hobby activies happen in school in Japan and are supervised by the school's teachers: choirs, soccer teams, guitar lessons, baseball, judo etc. These are all things that in most other countries aren't connected to the school system and are organized either by volunteer groups or professionel instructors (e.g. in seperate music schools or neighbourhood soccer clubs).
I just really really don't care for it. Not the math, not physics. I don't care if you can calculate the velocity of a car downhill. I don't care how heavy the tower of our local castle is. I've yet to meet a math problem apart from grocery cost that I care to know the answer of.
I was actually always pretty good at math, I had Bs and sometimes As. I can memorize the formulas and fill them in and do the equations. But none of it interested me even in the slightest.
I started actively disliking math when people around me pushed it on me as this be-all-end-all definition of intelligence. Understanding math isn't enough, you have to actually LOVE calculating advanced math problems in your head, otherwise you're not smart.
I grew ip with a narcissistic mother and I can spot those people, too. Sometimes others don't believe me someone is bad news until month later when they get screwed by that person. I'm always baffled how people fall for the obviously fake niceness.
I just started reading "The giant squid" by Fabio Genovesi and I really loved the opening. I couldn't find the official English translation, so here's the original and my rough translation:
Del mare non sappiamo nulla.
Nulla di nulla, eppure il mare è quasi tutto.
All'inizio c'era solo lui, poi ha concesso un po' di spazio secco e polveroso alla terraferma, e noi subito superbi a dire che il centro del mondo è New York o Pechino, come una volta Babilonia, Atene, Roma, Parigi... invece il centro del mondo è il mare.
We know nothing about the ocean.
Nothing at all, and yet the ocean is almost everything.
In the beginning there was only the ocean, then it gave a little space - dry and dusty - to the lands, and we immediately haughtily proclaimed that the center of the world is New York or Beijing, like we once did with Babylonia, Athens, Rome or Paris. But instead the center of the world is the ocean.
I mean it has nsver been really useful to learn a language. You learn no grammar rules, no long texts or dialogues. I just used it for vocabulary training which it was ok for.
I've been using it for a while and it's gotten really bad. Sentences are grammatically incorrect in my native language that I am supposed to trabslate to. So if e.g. the exercise is to translate from new language to my native language, the correct answer is marked as false and instead I have to type a sentence that's wrong in my language.
Also the sentences you practice with have gotten really absurd.
There are several good female characters in the Stargate Universe. Obviously Sam Carter, but also e.g. Elisabeth Weir and Vala. A lot of strong female leaders among the various alien races as well.
I really like Elisabeth Weir. She's a diplomat and obviously out of her element working with the military, but she learns to adapt without losing what is important to her, which is being diplomatic and forging relationships as opposed to her military counterparts who's sometimes rather shoot first and ask later. Both Stargate series show her being successful with that approach after getting used to the military.
I really like how Stargate has a pretty wide variety of female characters. From scientists to fighters to dipomates to evil powerhungry and cruel.
Since there are still horse drawn wagons around there are also still manufacturers for wagon wheels.
But there were several opinion pieces in newspapers whenever a new technology took over. I'm sure you can find plenty for the time when cars became mainstream.
Dankeschön, das löst mein Problem ja schon :D auf den Webseiten zur Anmeldung der Zweitwohnung stand dazu nichts, aber wenn man explizit nach der 6-Monatsfrist googelt, findet man es.
I've been banned from several communities here for downvoting in one. At least that's what the messages said. Got several bans for communities I didn't even know existed 😂.
My guess is they want mostly bots on the site and no pesky users that contradict the bots. What counts isn't active human users, but that the website pops up in search results.
Thanks for sharing. I'm turning 40 in a month and I think I started perimenopause 3 years ago after I had covid. I didn't have my period for three month following the infection. Since it started again it changed completely: from exactly 28 days every month and little problems to anything between 27 and 40 days, major cramps and all kinds of PMD symptoms I have never had since I was a teenager. I also have phases of being extremely hungry all the time, mood swings, I'm definitely more irritable than I used to be.
Well, all my gyn (female, older than me) had to say to that was that our bodies don't stay the same throughout life and things can change, but I'm too young so it can't be perimenopause. She only offered me hormones which she should have known I can't take due to my high risk of blood clots...
Well, I guess I wait till another major symptom turns up.
But don't you see, if they just had one more lane available to cars, there would be no traffic jam...
It's the same with the Deutschlandticket. Everybody's crying how much tax payer money is used for it instead of being happy that more people stay off the road for a relatively low price.
I had a coworker who told us every winter that "There always used to be winters with little to no snow, the alarmists just make that into a big deal." and every summer that "There always have been hot summers." When pointing out that he is saying that every year and when did he have 3-4 hot summers in a row in his childhood, he'd just say "oh it's just 3 summers. Shit happens. It's no big deal and doesn't mean anything." (And the year after that it was just 4 summers and the year after that he denied it was even that hot 5 years ago.)
Two and a half days. Also how I came to really understand how abusive my mother is. I needed surgery for a knee injury. I wasn't allowed to eat since the evening before. I went in, had surgery and my parents took me home to "take care of me". I was so hungry after the surgery because it was like 2 pm and I hadn't eaten since maybe 4 pm the day before, so I asked if we can stop for food. I was told no, we have food at home. "Home" was an hour by car away.
So we come home, I somehow manage to get into bed and ask for food. My mother exploded, yelled at me to not be a lazy good-for-nothing that slouches around on the bed and that the only way I was getting any food was by getting up and sitting at the dining table like a normal person. I really don't know why I thought they'd treat me better this time. I guess I thought they'd know it's a legit surgery (unlike non-legit things like flu and fever that has never been an excuse to stay in bed). Anyway, I had my bottle of water with me but no food. Probably not enough water either. On the evening of my second day there my leg was feeling good enough for me to hobble into the kitchen and grab some snacks.
On the bright side, I learned that the stuff I've been telling myself like "Yeah they're assholes but will be there for me when I need them" was a lie.