You can love someone, recognize that they are wonderful and lovely in many ways, and yet, still not be the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. If you break up with him, it’s not like you’re saying he’s trash and you hate him, but that in the end, it really seems like your lifestyles are quite…

When we order Indian food for lunch at my office, everyone knows which one is mine.

I saw this posted elsewhere and just kind of goggled at it. I can’t believe it.

I currently live in Amman, Jordan. While the city is a medical tourism hotspot, there are just not enough resources for a massive outbreak like this. People will die.

I am truly baffled as to why this would be “even better”. I thought we wanted people to live? Or do we now dislike Italians more than the Chinese? Do we hate the youths or the olds or... just everyone?

I have a million stories of the kindnesses of strangers. Here are a few of my favorites.

Honestly, everywhere is closing borders. I work in Jordan, but am based out of Estonia, and both have ceased almost all flights. I was supposed to return “home” (Estonia) for a birthday and to care for my ailing, ancient dog, but I literally can neither leave the country I’m in nor enter the country she’s in.

I have a similar reaction. I get told to try different strains or whatever, but indica or sativa, it’s the same. Also, if something makes me feel absolutely horrible for hours, I admittedly am a little gunshy to try it again.

Are you basing your opinion on undergrad student behaviors? I mean, yeah, a lot of young people aren’t yet sure what they want in a long-term relationship, because they’re too young to have had one and contextualize it in an adult world.

Yeah, and it’s only a specific expression of that “crazy” - frightened, delicate, needing comfort and protection from her own “demons”. She wakes from a nightmare, crying, but it’s okay - you’re there. She is terrified of something that reminds her of her trauma, but holding your hand helps her through it.

I’m the same. I just don’t get as cold as easily - it’s not that I’m “tougher” or anything, just that I don’t get as cold (I do, however, get overheated really easily, and anything above 25C or 75F is just too hot for me and I’m uncomfortable).

My name Isobel

In my head, I call jellyfish “seal snots.”

I’m in the gray, so I don’t know if this will be seen at all, but no, Gen. Mazloum is not fucking pleased.

“If your job is such that you don’t want people knowing who you are, perhaps you should be questioning your life choices.”

I work for a humanitarian NGO with branches in Syria.  We are expecting the worst, and so far, it’s right on track.

Honestly, as someone who’s had issues with this in the past (haha, who hasn’t?), moving from “you need to love yourself!” to “things are fine.” was a really, really good switch. I’m fine. I don’t need to love my body or whatever, just accept it and treat it well. And having a therapist who let me set that goal (“I…

I used to work for a company that used this for their newsletters. For me, it was a way to keep track of how many people actually looked at the darn thing (as I wrote said newsletter) - it was more of a “read receipt” type of thing - if a 1x1 pixel image was loaded, then I could know that the email was opened. I had…

Also, I really don’t want to be next to an unaccompanied child. A teenager, sure, but a kid under 10 or so? No, thanks, I don’t want to be responsible for helping them with stuff or reassuring them if they get freaked out. I have no idea how to do that, and I want to sleep, even if the flight is very short. Some kids…

This is my old lady. She’s 12 or 13, and I’ve had her for a little over two years. She loves the snow and does not love me taking photos. She spends 95 percent of her time snoozing, and is seriously the calmest dog I’ve ever known.