You’re right. Those who scam everybody else get to really benefit from crypto. Much like MLMs.

Crypto is to peacocking men what MLMs is to american housemoms.

I didn’t feel like that at all when I turned 30, but I also worked out and ate healthy. It’s only within the past two years I have started feeling like shit (in my mid 30s now) and ironically, I have both eaten like shit and not exercised at all within that period as well due to intense work pressure and stress.

Mind your diet and get back into an exercise routine. Doesn’t have to be something crazy. My spouse and I have started going on long walks and we have substituted our diet with healthier alternatives and the results have been very quick despite us only having been at it for about 2 weeks at this point.

We sleep better at night, we feel more energized. I generally feel my body is growing stronger, my skin is clearing up, my anxiety is slowly lessening, the aches and pains I feel now are far more related to exhaustion from walking than the pain of not moving my extremities enough.

In six months time, I hope most of the daily aches I have dealt with the last few years will be gone. Some will probably stick around because aging is happening, but no need to feel like 90 when you’re not even 40 yet.

I think my partner in that workshop got Møffe when we split. He seemed more attached to him while I was too busy contemplating my existence.

I think it’s an American thing, maybe? I don’t think I ever played the recorder in school. My only experiences with the recorder was as a toy instrument that you’d get from souvenir shops. I didn’t know the recorder was supposedly a serious instrument until my early adulthood. Always thought it was a joke toy pretending to be a flute. It was way below the kazoo in my mind.

I remember how in 6th grade my (i assume) well meaning teacher decided to have a theme week where we were to pair up, boy and girl and pretend to be a couple and figure out budgeting, finding rent prices for apartments and what kinds of jobs we could have.

That was the week I unlocked existential anxiety that never went away lol. Didn’t help that every adult in my life told me to not worry about it and that it would take many years before budgeting like an adult would be relevant for me.

There also weren’t any further classes about this type of stuff so I just walked around from age 12 and onward panicking about how I would fail at life because I was bad at math.

Weirdly enough I still remember that the boy I was paired up with insisted we should have a cat and that we should call it Møffe. I remember that our budget was very bad and full of holes and our teacher would come over from time to time. “What about the electric bill? What about the water and heating bill? Remember taxes.” Every time she would remind us of something we had overlooked or missed, it felt like my nervous system was being electrocuted.

Pretty hardcore to just throw this type of assignment at 12 year olds with no warning and then never speak of it again.

As an adult I am terrified of spending money on anything that isn’t food or bills. My boyfriend constantly has to remind me that we are financially safe because I feel like we could end up on the streets any moment. It’s not all a result of that one workshop, but it planted the seeds for that anxiety to grow and blossom into what it is today.

I think a budgeting workshop would be a great idea for older kids who are approaching adulthood and are more ready for it. But holy shit, don’t do that to actual children who can’t even grasp the concept of taxes and rent money yet.

The poster is being sarcastic. She’s got ADHD herself and is a very avid poster in the ADHD meme sub. The point of this post is that the guy in the screenshot is ignorant.

My friend, I am not remotely the sly hinty type. I am an elephant in a china shop if I decide to pursue a guy.

At the same time, I am the queen of obliviousness if a guy I deeply respect and like shows me any form of romantic attention, because I don’t believe that someone that amazing could ever like someone like me. Took my boyfriend a few months of sending literal love letters with romantic quotes and pressed flowers, a few visits to my apartment where we would just hang out and get to know each other and him telling me bluntly to my face after a few months that he had a crush on me before the hamster wheel started spinning in my head. The effort he put in to get to know me and to woo me was completely fucking alien to me because most of my romantic endeavors in the past had been me pulling teeth. So, I totally get the concept of being dumb as a brick when somebody likes you.

but don’t write us off just because we are a little awkward

My guy. I’m not talking about a “little” awkward. The example I gave was of a guy with debilitating social anxiety. When I said “so shy and awkward he couldn’t talk to a girl” I mean it literally. He did not talk to me. He barely looked at me. I walked 20 km to see him at his place (which is pretty fucking stupid, but very gracious of a then 17 year old girl who just wanted this random guy she had never met, to feel comfortable) and I sat there and held a one-sided conversation afloat for at least an hour while he was a potato across from me. He was not a bad guy, he just could not talk to a girl. Probably never had talked to a girl until I came by. I gave up eventually and walked all the way back. 20 km.

I have never written a guy off for being a little awkward. Ever. What I did do was to often put my own comforts, needs and emotional well being on hold for guys who didn’t bother to give anything back at all. I have dated shy, awkward and mentally ill guys. They weren’t great to me. At all. I did all the work all the time and if I ever asked for a crumb of affection I had to deal with tantrums about how they had social anxiety or depression or something else so my comforts didn’t matter because they had it worse and they came first and I had to be more mindful and patient with them.

Being a little shy and awkward is fine. I don’t mind that at all. I mind it when it becomes what defines a person and they feel entitled to make their issue someone else’s responsibility to carry for them.

Relationships are a two way street. You can be shy and awkward and even have social anxiety, but that is not up to a potential partner to fix or accommodate for you at the expense of their own mental and physical health. That is your burden to bear. In dating you cannot sit in silence and let the other person do all the work for you and then get offended if they move on from you. If you give them nothing, they won’t stick around. Even a doormat like me ended up not wanting to deal with that bs anymore and I was lucky enough to end up with someone who understands that you need to earn the other person’s affection and loyalty. It is not owed to you.

Yeah. People like to be victims. It gives you a out of jail free card to not work on yourself if the world is against you. Doesn’t matter how true or false that is. If you want to find an excuse to not try and to victimize yourself at the same time, there is no limit.

There is sort of a sad poetic irony to the guys who value money and looks over anything substantial because they will spend all their time and energy on appearing rich and alpha and then they will bitch and moan when they can’t find a girl who loves them for them.

And saddest of all: they literally can’t see that all the things they hate women for are their very own values in life, projected onto the opposite sex.

Yeah, if it gets to the point where the hair starts thinning that intensely, it’s better to just shave it off and bald is pretty awesome too! Don’t get me wrong. I was more so speaking from the vantage point of me and several of my female friends when we were teenagers and early 20s women. I’m neck deep into my 30s atm and at this point, looks matters very little. My boyfriend has very short hair and hasn’t worn band shirts for almost two decades but he’s still a total snack to me.

Where are you from? :D I’m Danish and here, being a long haired guy with band t-shirts mostly translates to “dude probably works in tech and is a massive nerd”

People should do what they are comfortable with, but yes, if a guy wants to attract women, this is definitely a way to get what he wants.

I was part of the alternative scene and I also thought the goth-boy aesthetic was very attractive. All the girls did. To me, the most attractive thing a man could do to his appearance was to let his hair grow long. Like past the shoulders long.

Didn’t have to put on make up and jewelry. Just have long hair and you could be fat or skinny, pretty or ugly. Didn’t fucking matter. I’d look. If Henry Cavill walked down the street next to a nerdy guy with long hair, I would look at the nerd everytime. If he wore band t-shirts and military boots, it was game over. Only way a guy could fuck it up for himself with me was if he started the nice guy routine or was so socially awkward he couldn’t talk to a girl. I have experienced both. The latter was a full date where the guy didn’t say a word to me once and I was the one who had walked 20 km to get to his place because he had social anxiety and couldn’t leave his home. Poor guy. I hope he’s doing better today.

Personally, I prefer to store files etc on external hard drives. It’s a mix of not liking how little control I feel I have over my files when they are being stored by a separate entity (if you can call it that), but also because as I become gradually more aware, I just find it harder and harder to be okay with the idea of having thousands of servers all over the world in datacenters standing there, running full time, nuking the environment, just so I can have my memes and vacation pictures etc accessible at all hours of the day and from any device I use.

I know it’s probably more complicated than that, and I also don’t judge what other people do, as we all pick our battles. I just can’t help but feeling weird about all this cloud-type shit that all the tech-psychos want us to use, become dependent on and charge us for. It just doesn’t feel right to me.

The most love story that ever storied.

I know this is windows, but I remember when I got my work-iPad and became acquainted with the cloud. When it “ran out of storage” and wanted me to pay for extra storage and I was like: why the fuck would I pay you for storing my files on your shady cloud? If anything, I was relieved that the “cloud was full” because that must mean that none of what is currently on my iPad is uploaded anywhere weird and shady. Right? Right? Lol. I’m glad that most of the shit stuck in the cloud are shitty memes I saved in images early, because im a friggin child. Barely anything important has been saved there. I still dunno how it works or why I should want it to save my shit.

It’s the same with how many people told me how I should get an iPhone after I got an iPad because it would make it so easy for me to fileshare and link everything up. How I should also get a Mac so I could file-sharing there and my reaction everytime was: why would I want all my devices linked, bro? That sounds like a potential safety hazard to me, but I’m a tech-retard so I don’t know anything. I just don’t find the idea of everything being linked up and gathered in the cloud to be particularly enticing or cute. I like my devices separate and I don’t mind if it’s a but inconvenient for me to fileshare.

Sometimes I don’t understand people nor why they think conveniences overrules personal safety and privacy. Are you sure you want every single thing you do on one device to be shared and saved on another? Are you SURE you want that? Because I’m not. It’s not even a matter of doing fishy stuff or not, it’s a matter of having control over where your information is stored and accessible and there’s no way in fucking hell I’d want my personal phone to be linked to my WORK iPad. Lol. Nobody needs see the diabetes-inducing shit my boyfriend and I send to one another everyday.

“No I love you moar💗😍”

“No you, cutie-poo❤️❤️❤️”

“No you times infinity😘”

Yes, we are pushing 40. No, we don’t plan on stopping being this gross.

I remember having a gym teacher in fourth grade who would play Its Raining Men every single gym session. We would do aerobics too. My hatred for that song is directly linked to those weeks or months or however long we had her. We never did anything else but standing in formation doing lame aerobics and listening to that pos song on repeat. If I go to hell when I die, this song will be on the playlist at Hell’s fitness center.

For me it was Catherine Zeta Jones in any movie that made me realize i wasn’t completely straight.

From Wikipedia:

Cecil Houston, the manager of the KSC office of the Marshall Space Flight Center in Alabama, set up a three-way conference call with Morton Thiokol in Utah and the KSC in Florida on the evening of January 27 to discuss the safety of the launch.

Morton Thiokol engineers expressed their concerns about the effect of low temperatures on the resilience of the rubber O-rings. As the colder temperatures lowered the elasticity of the rubber O-rings, the engineers feared that the O-rings would not be extruded to form a seal at the time of launch. The engineers argued that they did not have enough data to determine whether the O-rings would seal at temperatures colder than 53 °F (12 °C), the coldest launch of the Space Shuttle to date.  During this discussion, Lawrence Mulloy, the NASA SRB project manager, said that he did not accept the analysis behind this decision, and demanded to know if Morton Thiokol expected him to wait until April for warmer temperatures.  Morton Thiokol employees Robert Lund, the Vice President of Engineering, and Joe Kilminster, the Vice President of the Space Booster Programs, recommended against launching until the temperature was above 53 °F (12 °C).

When the teleconference prepared to hold a recess to allow for private discussion amongst Morton Thiokol management, Allan J. McDonald, Morton Thiokol’s Director of the Space Shuttle SRM Project who was sitting at the KSC end of the call,  reminded his colleagues in Utah to examine the interaction between delays in the primary O-rings sealing relative to the ability of the secondary O-rings to provide redundant backup, believing this would add enough to the engineering analysis to get Mulloy to stop accusing the engineers of using inconclusive evidence to try and delay the launch.  When the call resumed, Morton Thiokol leadership had changed their opinion and stated that the evidence presented on the failure of the O-rings was inconclusive and that there was a substantial margin in the event of a failure or erosion. They stated that their decision was to proceed with the launch.

When McDonald told Mulloy that, as the onsite representative at KSC he would not sign off on the decision, Mulloy demanded that Morton Thiokol provide a signed recommendation to launch; Kilminster confirmed that he would sign it and fax it from Utah immediately, and the teleconference ended.  Mulloy called Arnold Aldrich, the NASA Mission Management Team Leader, to discuss the launch decision and weather concerns, but did not mention the O-ring discussion; the two agreed to proceed with the launch.

Dunno about you, but it sounds a lot like NASA, especially Lawrence Mulloy, practically twisted Morton Thiokol’s arms until one of them (Joe Kilminster) relented and signed off on the launch. Mulloy even lied by omission at the end there to get his way. I wonder how he could sleep at night after this stunt.

The issue was that they knew there were issues with the shuttle and had been warned by several engineers about launching in the cold weather they were having at the time, but NASA ignored them and sent the Challenger on its way anyways. It’s been awhile so I forget the details of exactly what it was that was wrong, but I think it was the metal in some screws that wasn’t able to deal with the differences in temperatures and the engineers said shit would go wrong if they didn’t replace them and nobody listened. It was a very preventable disaster that only happened due to laziness and impatience on NASA’s part.

• it was the rubber in the O-ring seals that couldn’t handle the differences in temperature.

Just me not catching my phone autocorrecting cars to Cara for some reason. I’ll fix it, 2 sec.