The headline made me think of that Six Feet Under ep where the guy leaned out of his vehicle to get the newspaper lying in the driveway and instead fell out and got his head crushed by his own SUV as it rolled down the driveway.
And it's REAL happy not fake happy! It's nice to feel alive.
Were the relatives Catholic though? That reading the Bible approach sounds much more Evangelical Christian. Almost any Catholic will tell you that Catholics don’t read the Bible on their own in a freelance-y personal understanding way, and I don’t think Cathlics organize Bible study groups like the Protestants do.
I know no one will read this because I’m still in the greys, but I think my relationship is over. I’m just so tired. Any song recommendations?
Truly, combined with the fact that what led me here are basically two personal tragedies that I can’t reconcile with the “God loves us” narrative. I can live with “have a blessed day”, it’s all the “God has a plan” / “honey I’ll pray for you” that drives me nuts. I know it comes from a good place on their part but I…
I am either tired or drunk because I read your first sentence as “I have a HUGE crush on my friend, Jesus Christ” and I really didn’t know where it was going to go from there. Er, I hope it works out for you and the Jeez.
Holy crap, Jezzies, my medication change worked and I’m not feeling like a depressed person anymore. I’ve cleaned, and drawn, and other than some unfortunate PMDD related angriness, I’ve been pretty much my old self.
That makes no sense. You don’t induce empathy by making boys see girls as the competition (even equal competition). You induce empathy by raising boys to see girls as equally human and complex...which isn’t going to be solved by a science contest. Also, sexism is not just a problem with boys. Women also internalize…
Scene:
Well. My mom who I love and adore (no sarcasm she is the best) called to tell me that I’m a “Real pretty girl. If only you’d slow down on the cookies.”
‘Ello govna!
, “What... are you?”
Just commenting to say I’m sorry you had to fight tons of bullshit to care for your aunt. And bless you for being there for her. That shit counts for something.
That's the best way of putting it I've ever heard.
It’s incredibly disconcerting! I think people assume it’s just an aesthetic complaint, but it’s really disturbing to start taking a drug to regain a better sense of control over your brain and in the process lose control of a different part of your body’s functioning that you previously had in a stable place. Even…
Me: “I’m hungry”
My shout out to Lexapro: THANKS FOR THE EXTRA 25 POUNDS
I don’t know, as someone with a tornado of mental illnesses, the least scary and stigmatized being depression, I think I’m fine with people talking about his “melt down” if it means we get a conversation about mental illness and the bullshit stigmas.