Honestly? Kinda lonely. I’ll be 40 in a few months. I’m a woman, if the perspective matters .

I was engaged to the man I thought I’d marry and have kids with, but it didn’t turn out to be the case, and although I learned how to choose better and what to look out for, I also wonder if I’m ever going to get to have a family of my own. It’s been 6 years now since that fell apart, and I had to do a lot in that time to get back onto my feet, but the few relationships I’ve had since then are fleeting. Men seem afraid of commitment now, and it’s hard not to completely fall to the idea that I’m just too old, which is what society is consistently screaming at me.

I don’t feel old.

I am tired of searching though. At some point I will get to where I’m too old and that makes me sad to think about.

Hey, similar to me! I was a veterinarian receptionist for years, then went back to school and got my associates in cad and now I’m a substation designer.

Honestly? I have no idea how to pirate now. That’s the biggest change.

Wash dishes while you cook. It was a game-changer for me.

I got a $100 fine because the curtains I decorated my bedroom with were visible to the outside and not an approved color.

Never again.

I don’t think it’s better to go for highly biased news at all, I don’t care what the reporter thinks or feels about the facts, I just want them. The overtly biased news outlets are filled to the brim with opinion. If there are facts a story is leaving out, it will eventually get to me through the absolute garbage microphone that is social media, and I can check out the sources from there.

1440 is what I use. It’s literally bare-bones news articles devoid of any opinion, just facts. They cover both US and international news, and have small culture and sports blips that aren’t click-baity. And it’s emailed to you every day. :)

I’m not really scared of them, but I do have a visceral reaction to them. Something about them makes me want to vomit. Or, maybe it’s a level of fear I don’t recognize because I go from 0 to vomit and wanting to claw my eyes out real quick.

But we’re all gonna die,

Decompose into daffodils and dandelions,

The bees will use our flowers for whatever they like,

Make the honey that our grandkids will put inside,

their morning tea, it’s the thing of life.

When I was 6, I was in a boating accident.

My family and I were waterskiing and camping off this little island on the lake. We did it all the time, since my uncle had a speedboat.

My mom was about to take her turn, and I was sitting in the boat behind my uncles seat, facing the back to watch her ski. When my uncle tried to start the boat, it faltered. Made a rut-rut-rut noise but wouldn’t start. After try three or four, I smelled something awful, and pinched my nose. The last thing I remember is my mom asking me if I smelled something bad, and I nodded.

The engine exploded into a ball of fire and engulfed me.

The next thing I know, I’m under water and bobbing to the surface (wear your life-vests, kids). My mom is screaming and my cousin is swimming to me and drags me to shore. My uncle (just outside the blast radius) had reached into the fire to grab me and thrown me into the water.

I was… calm. I felt nothing. We had to hail a passing boat to take us off the island to get to a hospital. I remember my mom asking me if I hurt, and shaking my head.

If i looked at my arms and legs and saw what I looked like at that point, I can’t remember at all, but I was covered in third-degree burns. I was in the hospital for a while, and then was in a wheelchair for a bit while my legs were wrapped. I had to have water therapy for my burns. I do remember the oblong, black boils that developed over my burns in the months that followed. For a long period of time, I couldn’t be in the sun, and had to wear a bonnet when I went to school.

My skin healed beautifully though. I’ve only got one long-lasting scar from it on my shoulder. The doctor said that my uncle throwing me into the cold lake water is what most-likely saved my skin from being permanently damaged. I’m sure being 6 years old helped immensely, too.

I’ve got pairs scattered all over the world at the bottom of lakes. I always forget I have them on my head and lose them in the water when I fall in.

I actually really like this. I suffer heavily from Imposter Syndrom, and one of the biggest realizations I had was that my new project manager manages to keep his job despite being absolutely horrible at it.

The one previous to him was worse.

Dude, you’re barely in your 20s. You’re fine.

If you continue with the school route, do it for the least amount of $$ you can.

I dropped out of art school at 21, and got my AA at 37. Finally have an actual “career” now.

I love it too. I make a big batch of boiled chicken breasts, then rip them to shreads and cover them with a whole bottle of Sweet Baby Ray’s. Mix it all up and I have Shredded BBQ chicken for lunch for a week. Just the best.

Ohhhh, that’s why I have to take those monthly security training quizzes, lol. I haven’t seen one on AI deepfakes though, I’m sure they’re coming.

It doesn’t. It’s an unsealed orifice.

Not quite like changing undies, which cover open orifices.

Alright, so, I change my socks daily but I wear them 3 or 4 times before I wash them, unless it’s a) abnormally humid and hot, b) I’ve done an intense workout or c) they got damp/wet somehow.

I dunno. I don’t stink easily and my feet and skin are on the dryer side. My feet don’t have an odour for a few days if I don’t wash them ( like if I’m camping), so it’s not a big deal.

Usually, I keep a pair of socks stuffed into a pair of shoes for a few cycles of wear, then toss them in the laundry basket. Right now all my shoes that I wear socks with that a pair stuffed inside.

I recently changed out the alternator in my car by watching/following YouTube videos! Saved me $500. Never touched a car engine in my life before then.

Lovely, I’m flying united to Ireland in two months. Fingers crossed I get an older version.