That’s perfect, that’s where I communicate to people what the voices are telling me! I expect they’ll just start showering me with money when I begin the ritual ejaculation.

Homeless, I just spend all day at the public library. Where do we go to to trade in all the upvotes for cash?

I find happiness getting lost in projects, projects being anything & everything from writing to designing to stuff around the house to whatever. Just something that gets me obsessed for at least a few days or weeks. I can’t predict when it will happen, it just has to be a sufficient problem for me to look at.

I also find happiness with some people, but that sort of happiness is unpredictable as well since people have their own lives going on and feelings can change over time. Getting too close to people though can just as easily make my life feel meaningless and make me depressed when things turn sour. I tend to crave affection and physical touch, so this is a hard one for me to just ignore this.

Forgetfulness. Think how forgetful people get after having lived a normal lifespan, now go for a few thousand+ years and you’ve probably forgotten whole centuries of your life. This is actually the premise of a solo journaling game Thousand Year Old Vampire, you have to cross out and forget memories as you progress through the game, just forgetting whole parts of your life.

Don’t stick your dick in crazy and whatever you do, don’t get married or buy a house together.

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I detest the cold. I’m skinny enough that I have to wear long underwear basically constantly as it gets colder. The one potential upside to the environmental hellscape we’re creating for ourselves is that I may be able to stop doing that. Otherwise, winter is just annoying as hell, it’s such a stupid ass season.

You kind of hum it as you’re sucking, bro says it actually makes the sensation feel better.

Occasionally I block users that are extremely bad for one reason or another. Honestly though, I have to block far more communities than users, and it’s mostly because of foreign languages. I have nothing against these communities, but if I can’t read any of their posts, they’re just noise. I’ve tried tinkering around with language settings, but for whatever reason I still seem to see at least one new one a week, and so I block it to clean up my feed. It just seems like something that should be easy, I’m a dumb American who only wants to see English communities, how hard is it to filter by language, or is this just a problem with my mobile client (Voyager)?

Sucking my best friend’s dick. I’m sorry, but if my friend is having a bad day, giving him a bro-job is not gay.

Just not using turn signals in general and lack of road etiquette is enough for me to judge people pretty verbally in my car, though nobody else ever hears it, so I guess it counts as a secret. You’re driving a machine that can kill people out of negligence, the least you can fucking do is show some common courtesy and signal what you’re intending to do with it and what direction you’re going to move. People have more common courtesy when they’re walking on the street and no danger to others, yet they moment they’re behind a wheel and much more dangerous, it’s like they have nothing but middle fingers for everybody else around them.

Same, I don’t necessarily think it prevents any crimes from happening, but there are some individuals who will provide nothing back to society that could possibly make up for what they’ve done, and their continued existence is a threat to those around them that have to deal with them on a daily basis.

BUT until the criminal justice system can be reformed or provide more equatable justice, I don’t know that we can 100% say everyone on death penalty deserves it. I don’t know how we fix it, but it shouldn’t be left to private individuals or groups to have to exonerate people on death row.

Murder ballads. I don’t know that it’s a genre of music per se, so much that it’s a subject that people have sung about across different genres. It’s just so antithetical to what we normally consider music, normally it’s love songs and such. Epic examples include:

• In the Pines (famously covered by Nirvana)
• Violent Femmes - Country Death Song
• Mack the Knife (Louis Armstrong version is the best)

In English we’ll say, “Your other <right/left>”, depending on which direction the person is messing up.

I’m not understanding the question, what is this “breaking the cycle” thing? Does one “break the cycle” of having to eat or drink? If it’s done to a harmful degree, then yeah, get help and stop rubbing yourself so much, but most masturbation is healthy and fine. I’m assuming people stop masturbating if they a) find a sex partner (even then it’s not a guarantee someone would stop), b) find something else to do, or c) die. Otherwise, you need to either find a way to stop or find a way to stop feeling bad about it. It’s not something anybody should feel bad about.

Like all these people on the bus staring at me right now, they’re all a bunch of creeps, just let me jerk off in peace, weirdos.

I grew up in a home where we just never thought about wearing, or not wearing, shoes in the house. Like, we obviously didn’t track mud all over the place if our shoes were that dirty, but if we were wearing our shoes inside, nobody said anything or cared, it was just whatever. Married a Kenyan who put her foot down and was like, “Are you crazy?” It’s apparently a big thing elsewhere in the world. In Kenya alot of roads aren’t paved, things get dusty, and it’s just common sense that you don’t walk all over the house with dirty shoes, so I get it from that perspective.

I don’t particularly care about them and they seem mostly useless at my company. We don’t have any onsite HR reps that I know of, everything is more or less done electronically with them, and we end up performing most of the “normal” HR functions within our dept by ourselves. The only reason I know HR even exists is because we have to fill out our own performance reviews every year and we have these dumb SMART goals they make us do, which are the bane of my existence.

You might try finding a classroom or area that isn’t being used on a consistent basis. So maybe the band practice area or an arts/crafts class or library or some place, you may want to check with a teacher beforehand. It can be hard with school though, depending on how locked down they have you. For myself personally when I was in school 20+ years ago, I was able to retreat into myself with headphones and music, I was able to block everyone around me out no matter where I was at. Sometimes you can even just walk the halls, walking by itself has been my go-to therapy methods, just walk away and get a change of scenery for awhile. Everyone needs mental health breaks if things are getting overwhelming.

Also, remember that school essentially stops mattering after you get out. Yes, it’s important to graduate and get a diploma, but you’re likely to rarely see those same people ever again after you graduate. I’m 43 and I still have days like that where it feels like no one cares, and I’ve got a partner with kids, it’s tough sometimes.

Sure, there’s plenty that could be done, but chances are nobody that has the power to affect change is going to start taking substantial action on it until things get absolutely catastrophic. I imagine we’ll some sort of environmental 9/11 moment, something like a major American city gets flooded and rendered permanently uninhabitable, and then suddenly everyone will be like, “Holy shit, this is bad, like bad-bad.” And then we’ll start seeing actual serious action on it. Before that though, it’s something that will see half-hearted action or non-binding resolutions or platitudes or wishy-washy carbon offset schemes, but little that actually forces companies to stop polluting. We see more forceful action taken against environmental protesters than against corporate polluters.

There was only two shifts there, it was a welding job for a Honda supplier. It was like 5pm to 1 or 2am most nights, but depending on what the workload was like we would have to work all the way til the next morning when 1st shift came in. I do not miss that life.