I know that I have it and I have struggled just like this my whole life. I recently lost the only job I’ve ever been able to keep because the company sold. I’ve got three weeks before my life starts to crumble.
I am treated for opioid addiction. No one will help me because of that.
It’s a fight to get the damn diagnosis. My poor daughter definitely has adhd. They’re trying everything first, and I don’t blame them, especially with my history of addiction. It just sucks.
She started high school last year, one year after her mother died from breast cancer. She almost didn’t get through the year because she literally can’t focus on anything and never has been able to. Her room looks like a landfill if I don’t go sit in there with her and remind her over and over again that she’s cleaning.
I’m hoping we get the diagnoses and treatment before school starts or I don’t know what we’re going to do. She’ll end up doing exactly what I did. She’ll drop out.
I’m going to stress this to the doctor next visit.
If I cancelled all of the friendships I have with radicalized people, I would almost certainly have to isolate my little family completely.
I do try to talk time back over the line, but I don’t think I have ever succeeded.
Oh it was really just a joke about ex wives haha.
As ex wives go, I actually didn’t do terrible. We had our issues and got past them for the most part.
Oh yeah it wasn’t immediate. It was months down the road when my ex and I decided to work it out.
I’ve had three children since then and my wife has been tested so I think we’re good.
Thank you for the advice and information though.
Most STDs begin with cold like symptoms.
One of my most expensive adventures was with a stripper. I had a blast that night, then I woke up with a cold, a sore throat, fatigue. Google made me have a panic attack. I went and got tested, came back clean. Was very very very lucky.
I got too drunk and played explorer with that woman in a way a person should only play with a life partner.
Wasn’t worth it. 3 out of 5 stars.
I later found out that the local clinic would have tested me for free. Go figure. No insurance and a visit to a regular doctor made that my 3rd most expensive lay.
Last part was kind of a boomer joke. :p
Take a fucking shower, bro! Then bring me that cock!
Or were you talking about pistachios or something? I’ll take some of those too. :p
As a man in my 30s who enjoys VR, good god the kids torment me.
I came up with a decent reply. “Why are you on Oculus, old man?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize a bunch of fucking toddlers made the Quest. I’m proud of you guys! I was under the impression that VR was mostly created by my generation, but it’s cool to see your elementary school science project took off like this. Congrats on your A+! You’re building the future.”
Usually shuts them up or makes them fumble and a few kids get on my side with it haha.
I’ve been the old sage sitting in the building in Pavlov Containers giving the youngins life advice. Always a wonderful experience when they aren’t bullying me or when I bump into a fellow old.
Why am I just noticing that this is AI generated? Boooo. I was hoping it was real.
I bought some for my daughter to learn and you’re right, it’s not cheap.
It didn’t go the way she wanted it to go so she threw it away. I really wish I had been able to keep it so she can see her progress one day.
My cousin (actually double first cousin, so almost a brother biologically. His mom is my mom’s sister and his dad is my dad’s brother) had a fuuuucked up childhood.
His father was a severe alcoholic and abandoned him. I wasn’t allowed around his dad as a kid. I have two memories of him from when I was a kid. One time he bounced the muscles in his arms and legs and told my brother and I he had live frogs under his skin. In the other memory, he chased my father with a chainsaw and jumped through a window in an attempt to kill him. My father doesn’t associate with most of his family. My father abandoned me too, but I had a mom and a step dad who did their best.
His mother had him until he started school. She dropped him and is 1 year old sister off with my grandparents and disappeared. She popped back in when he was a teenager. I mean, she was around before that, but she tried to be a mom when he was around 15.
He thought his father didn’t even think about him. When I was in the 7th grade and he was in 5th grade, we snuck into the attic of my grandparents’ house to sneak a cigarette. We were snooping and found a box full of unopened letters from his father. Neither of us were even allowed to have pictures of our dads.
His dad had written him a letter at least once a month all of his life despite never getting a reply. That broke something in him. He went from thinking that he had a father who didn’t care at all to the harsh realization that our grandparents hid letters from him. The only people who loved him, in his world, had betrayed him in the worst way.
We sat there bawling our eyes out reading those letters. He found out he had two half siblings, Michael and Rebecca. His father had sent him pictures of every stage of their lives. Turns out that despite his problems, the woman he had his next two kids with had it worse and abandoned him to raise them as a single father.
I’m crying typing this. Lord.
Next day at school, he had a binder with their pictures glued on the front. He wrote underneath the photos. “Michael and Becca, I love them both.” He had never met them, but had read about their first words, their first steps, favorite foods, the ways in which they reminded their father of him. Goddamn.
I didn’t know anyone from my father’s family but him, and we were close all of our lives. We learned to play music together, wrote songs together, we did everything together.
I didn’t understand his interest in the whole juggalo thing when that came up and I thought it was cringe as fuck. I don’t feel that way now. As bad as I had it, he had it worse. When I was a kid I could only focus on my problems. My grandparents had it together. They had a nice house, money, and nice lives. I was dirt poor. I had nothing. I thought he got lucky and I envied him for having a real home to grow up in.
Only as an adult did I see that he had it worse than me. My mom had problems, but she was there. No one lied to me about my father. My father legit didn’t care, and even though he was doing better than my uncle, he didn’t write me any letters. Shit, I contact him today and he might reply three months from now. My cousin was lied to. He was told that his father a worthless drunk who didn’t care and didn’t even try. I’d rather learn that was true than learn they’d hid my father’s love from me.
My grandma died two days ago. I should message my cousin. Goddamn I’m mad at myself that I haven’t yet. Didn’t even cross my mind. Fuck.
But yeah, I can’t relate to the juggalos, but I get it. I get where they’re coming from.
Ok, the test group people have concluded that if we go forward with “grape drank”, some people are going to get angry. I’ve invested all of my father’s money in this, I can’t back out now!
My cousin is a full fledged juggalo. I don’t personally get it. I’m antisocial anyway, but the lifestyle is just bizarre to me. It isn’t for me I guess, but I’m for people being happy and doing what they love no matter what it. I don’t need to get it.
He loves the lifestyle. That man has travelled all across the country couch surfing with complete strangers. It seems to me that almost any juggalo will invite another juggalo into his home like they are a huge extended family.
He’s had some wild life experiences that I could only dream of.
Everyone has been stopping to admire this. I figured I’d share it with you guys.
Look back through my posts to see her sleeping like this since she was a fresh baby.
I have found myself using my Steam Deck for everything. I sit at that old desk and play Counter-Strike when I’ve got time. I use it for paperwork as well.
Truly an amazing machine.