I was diagnosed with BPD once and went to DBT* group. Whether or not I actually had it is questionable, but if I did, being around other people with it stamped it right out of me. Because they were just awful to be around. I know it’s a disorder and I know they need good treatment and I wish that for everyone who has…

I had to scream, bitch, and moan endlessly to get Amazon to move USPS to “shipper of last resort” status. They give no fucks about their “2 day delivery” anymore.

The 10-stop warning isn’t exactly going to prevent you from having to sit at home all day to make sure you don’t miss a package, but it can be a nice heads up that now would be a good time to put on pants because your delivery is about to arrive.

What if you still like/respect/care about them as a person but it’s like someone flipped a switch and you’ve lost all sexual attraction you had to them? Is there any way to fix that?

You can do savory green smoothies, too. I like one based on green lightning sauce - greens, cilantro, jalapeno, scallions, garlic, salt, and lime. Sometimes I add healthy oils and/or collagen protein.

My public servant paycheck is paying to go to my finance bro cousin’s destination wedding, paid for by his fiancee’s parents, after which they return to their well financed, no-debt life. (Why did I have to be born to the poorest sibling in the family and therefore responsible for my own education and housing?) Also,…

I got high and fell asleep Sunday afternoon and when I woke up my boyfriend was watching Bojack Horseman or whatever the heck that show is. I didn’t get what was going on, but they outlawed guns real fast when all women started carrying them and the men got scurred.

This is about making plans, not canceling them. But FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE OF GOD, if I say “how about Sunday?” and you can’t Sunday, give me a counteroffer. Say “I have a family picnic Sunday, how about Tuesday evening?” Don’t just say “hurr durr I’m busy then” and make me play 20 Questions to figure out when…

We have a family member who is always late, so we always tell her the thing starts or we’re leaving an hour earlier than it actually starts or when we actually need to leave.

I lost a lot of weight a few years ago. On two separate occasions, someone approached me for advice on how to do the same, then told me why they couldn’t do that. (“That” being a calorie and carbohydrate-controlled diet and exercise.) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The appetite suppressant lollipops are “literally unreal.” Does that mean this is a late April Fool’s prank?

Forlorn Femme - I’ve suffered nothing like the abuse you have but I do have a history of not ending relationships when I wanted to because I didn’t want to kick a man when he was down (work problems, family problems, etc.) And every time, wanting to be kind and supportive bit me in the ass. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Yes, but that’s OK. A lot of life involves grossness.

I’m breathing in the same dust every moment. I’m pretty sure my body can handle ingesting what got in there while the glass was sitting on the counter for an hour or so.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that I once broke up with a man partly because he believed expiration dates on soda bottles were a good idea.

Before I grew up and learned to pick my battles, I would have massive standoffs with my college roommate over whether the tea kettle needed to be emptied and refilled every time or whether you could use the water already in it when you wanted tea. I’d fill it all the way out of spite and she’d empty it when she didn’t…

Eww. I could never enjoy eating shrimp with the veins, even knowing they won’t hurt me. Because gross.

As a culture, we’re AWFUL at dealing with negative emotions and experiences. Just terrible.

If you’re “dead inside” because you got a Camry, the problem is more likely you than the car.

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