I just now thought of only two reasons I’d go back in time, though I’d not necessarily want to live in these eras (because who knows how long that’d be, maybe a minute or two): Any time from when humans were first beginning to evolve, or before. As someone who studied biology and who is fascinated with paleobiology…

This is 100%+ my reaction to this as well. PLEASE enforce boundaries, not everyone will have the same comfort level as you and it’s important to respect where they’re at—shaming can go the other way around too! “WHY AREN’T YOU COMFORTABLE WITH ME GRABBING YOUR BOOB?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!”

I’ll have what she’s having.

You and I would be instant best friends at parties. I would discuss animal genitals with you forever! #thisiswhyI’mfunatparties

Alrighty, here’s my first ever attempt at a Social! This will hopefully be WAY less awkward than the socials I attended when I was a youth.

I had a few “false starts” already, but yeah, something about this time feels different, like I’m able to handle it way better, so yay! I’m also definitely trying not to rush myself, so that I don’t amplify the anxiety any further. Part of the reason I’m trying to do this is because the career I’m thinking about…

I’m so sorry that happened to you, dear. I’d like to do something very unpleasant and violent to that man’s genitals.
In the mean time, have a silly sloth:

Okay I hope this doesn’t post twice because I think I’ve been a victim of the Kinja Monster Who Devours Comments:
I can’t tell if I keep dipping back into depression because I’m on the rag, or if has to do with events around the same time that trigger me (maybe both?). I recently had a break-up from a VERY complicated…

I’ve been going through some similar fucked-up hormonal moods (Galdang hormones, please give me a fuckin’ break so I remain sane!), and a different situation but with similar notes: I recently had a break up from one complicated relationship (nearly a decade of “just great friends” label but nothing “official,”…

I just came to say that I’m almost 30 and I’m still learning how to drive (because I was so afraid and anxious about it for so long), and I’m glad that there are DOZENS OF US who didn’t immediately start before they turned 18. I swear I’m gonna master it one of these days!

I second all of this, very well said. I had quite a few of the same thoughts—women are being admonished for being too passive in their workplace, though they’d likely be punished for being more aggressive anyway. It doesn’t do any good to keep slapping the same people around who are finding difficulties integrating…

=D I’m so glad to hear that! If I can’t give real hugs, then verbal internet hugs will have to suffice!

You’re being brave, putting yourself out there like that. That’s a celebration in itself. I wish you more courage for getting yourself into a session. You got this!

I’ve been experiencing depression for a decade+, and it’s taken me quite some time to really sort things out. Sometimes I’d see/hear advice and go “Nah, that’s dumb, that won’t work for me, I literally cannot do/think like that...” One of my biggest steps to get out of that mentality is 1) just do things anyway, and…

I’ve been seeing a therapist for a good while now (technically since 2004, but then I went several years without and just started seeing her again last year), and it’s helped me tremendously with my depression and mild anxiety. It’s not been a complete cure, but I would not be in a better mental place without her…

Come up to the Pacific Northwest! I’m a Washingtonian (was born in Pasadena CA and moved away when I was 8, many years ago), and, on the West Side, we have PLENTY of mountains and so much good hiking! If you wanna stay away from fast-paced and hipster-y lifestyle, I wouldn’t live in Seattle proper (it’s getting…

My ancestors and I can teach how to take a VERY long “backpacking trip” from your old cozy home to a shitty wasteland no one wanted (and then, you know, live there forevermore). Really builds character. You can get a lot of your emotions out—no really, go ahead and cry, let it allllll out...

I have totally Indian leg wrestled my siblings! Don’t let anyone cut you off at whatever age you are, do it while you can! Even while intoxicated! (BUT WATCH OUT LEST YOUR HERITAGE DESTINES YOU TO ADDICTION!!!)
I have actually never given nor recieved an Indian Burn (as far as I can tell), but I’ve seen that too.
Also…

Well, guess I better sharpen the ol’ tomahawk and prepare some hearing aids... ;)

Godddddddddd I feel you so much there. I’m a quarter Choctaw myself, but I inherited my mom’s very european white skin, so I get to listen to such LOVELY comments from people who think it’s just us plain white folks talking. Wonderful things to hear about how how addicted to drugs and alcohol they all are, how they’re…