Ya’ll are fucking nuts.

This, truly, is the autumn of Big Mick Energy.

- someone has an opinion
- person gets new information challenging that opinion
- person, after some thought, adjusts opinion incorporating this new information
- person has learned something and grown!

isn’t this what we all want? doesn’t it seem ludicrous after witnessing this to then attack that person for having the…

But the part where she said she wasn’t taught about Bush in school got people, shall we say, “wondering.”

“I am the wokest one there is! GIMME MY FUCKING PRIZE! MASH THAT FUCKING LIKE BUTTON OR THE BAD GUYS WIN!”

This is the kind of performative bullshit I hate about Twitter and the pack of holier than thou assholes whose every waking minute devoted to this silly outrage

Back in the early 2000s I moved in with a now ex-boyfriend. He lived in a bungalow style house in one of the neighborhoods of a large midwestern city. This happened when I was taking a personal day from work after moving in to finish getting things arranged and unpacked.

“Grandma”

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.

I used to work at Appuldurcombe House, a stately home on the Isle of Wight, it’s down the road from me. It’s kind of famous because it’s where the origin of “peeping Tom” came from as Lady Worsley who lived there banged so many people she was major tabloid fuel for 18th century newspapers. The house got bombed in WW2…

Probably too late for this/no one will read but I’ve had this story in my head for many years and haven’t had a lot of chances to tell people about it. It’s the one and only reason why I personally cannot rule out the existence of ghosts or at least spirits or energy that stays after someone dies

Glass Pane Box 

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.

Our house is probably haunted. We don’t talk about it often because my husband and I share the philosophy that the more attention you give to something the more energy and power you give it. If we spent a lot of time thinking about how haunted the house might be, we would probably see more evidence because we’d…

About 16 years ago I was single and living alone, for the first time ever, in my 1920s bungalow. I loved my little fixer upper, and I had found a nice antique English haberdashery armoire at an action house for only $100. My bedroom was the very back room of the house and had no closet, only my bed and this armoire. I…

In 2014 after Husband took the bar exam, we decided to do a road trip from Los Angeles up to Seattle, trying to stay on the coast as much as possible. It was an amazing trip. We mostly stayed in airbnb’s that were a little offbeat, a sailboat in someone’s backyard, a cabin at a trapeze school (scary also but not the…

Trigger warning: violent rape.

Two stories to share, if that’s OK.

I posted this late last year so it got buried in the comments, but I still think it’s a great story.