Unfortunately, my knee-jerk response was “yeah, sounds about right.”
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My father came back from Vietnam with undiagnosed PTSD. There were obvious issues but he never once pulled “I’m a war veteran and thereby excused from not being a piece of shit.” The guy I’m talking about pulled it out over “hey, could you maybe not say you’re gonna pick me up at the train station, leave me there…
My oldest friend got engaged in October and married that December. She was totally cool with it but everyone around her lost their fucking shit over it. I told her they were gonna revoke her girl card if she didn’t start stressing bridesmaids gifts or something.
That happened to me after drinking a ton of grape soda.
Jesus god. :O
It was around the time Brazilians were giving way to bald crotches. About a day after shaving my crotch, a big, black scab dropped off my labia. I noticed a kind of dent in the area, so of course I started poking at it. By the time I was done, I had extracted about a tablespoon of very thick pus. Like, solid booger…
I can do without the safety mechanisms on everything. My old cat keeps taking a shit on my bathmat. So I put it in the washer which decides the mat is too heavy and it can’t go on so it must stop washing and beep incessantly. I can’t open the washer because it locks during the cycle so my non-existent children won’t…
I briefly dated a veteran and every tiny, minor disagreement resulted in him invoking his vet status. It was... ugh. Look, I’m sorry you had to dismantle IEDs or whatever you call dealing with IEDs. Just fucking call me if you can’t make our planned date so I can make other plans.
If I did this with pics of my dad, he’d raise from the grave to kick my ass.
I don’t say anything when the pictures get posted on Facebook because I’m not a (total) asshole. But the professional portrait trend is getting out of control. I felt that way even before I heard of “ghost” portraits.
I bought a Jessica McClintock GunneSax dress in 92, then blew off prom to smoke weed with my friend and her skater boyfriend. Then we had a fight and I called my dad to come pick me up in the next town over. While I was waiting for him, a group of boys startled hassling a homeless guy and as I watched, my father…
I was in college during this. I’m surprised at how much I forgot about or just didn’t know in the first place. Because I was in college and had other shit to worry about, like feeding myself and not flunking out. I’m thoroughly enjoying this miniseries but am wondering what kind of people were following it obsessively…
That’s a cool story. I’m not being sarcastic.
When I lived in Chile (92-93) Saved By the Bell (Salvado por la campana) was really popular. And to be honest, it was better dubbed into Spanish than it was in English.
But being a victim is so awesome! I can be a martyr like Jesus!
When I read the headline, I almost scrolled right past all the article just to post “it depends on the person.”
This just in: different people are different. ;)
My chest tightens in claustrophobic anxiety just looking at that thing.
I wish I were less empathetic. Being able to consider the feelings and viewpoints of the people around you sucks when it’s not reciprocated.