Most people get purpose from being out in society and being a part of the workforce. Not everyone hates their job.
Most people get purpose from being out in society and being a part of the workforce. Not everyone hates their job.
I’ll keep myself in a low key part time job. I’ve read studies that retirees die sooner if they don’t feel like they have a purpose.
A salad.
Was waiting for my flight out of LAX, so I grabbed a salad from the closest spot. $20, but whatever. Open it up and the ham smelled sour and all the iceberg lettuce was slimy.
I’ve never asked for a refund on a salad before, but for 20-fucking-dollars it should have been chopped up and prepped that very day. Yuck.
Almost 40, not quite. I’m a millennial grandma.
It really should be contextual. Every family is different, and each familial relationship is different.
I’ve heard him say children don’t owe their parents money just because they’re their parents, and I’d agree with that statement. The parents are the ones who decide to have the baby, how to raise them, etc, so i think it’s wrong if parents think they’re entitled to their children’s money.
But that doesn’t mean a child should never help their parents out financially. Morally, if you love your parents and can swing it, I think the right thing to do is help your parents if they need it. But there’s a big difference between asking a child to help and feeling entitled to a child’s help.
I wouldn’t say I hate it, but I can’t watch it.
I used to love it. I was obsessed in the early 2000’s. Then I went to college for animation, and learning about how that all works absolutely ruined all enjoyment for anime.
Huh, I might try that sheet planner myself, thank you.
The one thing that helped me a lot was just my therapist explaining to me that my mom was an adult who made her own decisions about her own life, and It wasn’t my responsibility to fix her problems because of her decisions that she kept making
She’s a huge enabler of my adult brother to the detriment of her own life/wellbeing, and I was so fucked up over not being able to help her in any way. Just that explanation was enough to get me to breathe functionally again.
My dream was the stereotypical actress one, but I never had the confidence to really go for it despite people telling me I’d do well.
Honestly, I regretted not doing it for a span of time, but everything I’ve learned both about the industry and me as a person since then made me realize that it probably would have made me miserable, even if I’d “made it.”
The price of fame, to me, wouldn’t have been worth it. The fakeness of Hollywood, the constant networking/having to deal with people who have a whole host of personality disorders that make them seek out that job, a life constantly being looked into, the persisting pedo problem, the Harvey Weinsteins, etc… I enjoy acting, it’s super fun, but I’m glad I went a different route.
I’m a substation designer now.
An isle seat.
Before you get on your flight, get a bottle of water and chug it as fast as you comfortably can. Have another one to drink throughout the flight. This keeps swelling of your hands and feet down. You’ll have to get up and pee a lot, which is why an isle seat is a good idea, but you’ll be so much more comfortable during and after the flight.
Humans are peacefully with each other and only wage war against aliens or animals threatening to kill them.
What’s evil about substack?
The use of “whenever” in place of “when” has been on the rise and it drives me insane. It makes you sound fucking stupid.
I pay $50/mo and then $25 for appts and $50 for ER visits.
If they’re immortal, they’d live through climate change, so no, they wouldn’t GAF.
I mean, I only have one and it’s on my wrist and I didn’t feel anything, so that spot was good.
I dunno, but it sounds nice.
Two things have really helped me when flying. The first is that I chug water prior to the flight, and continue drinking as much water as I can during
You’ll need an aisle seat because you’ll have to pee a lot, but that comes to the second thing: getting up and stretching every hour or so.
The holding your breath thing works. You inhale as much as you can, which stretches your diaphragm out, and hold it as long as you can, even through the next few hiccups. Works like a charm.
Of course, I never said you had to continue doing the same job. One that is part time, not stressful, and where your responsibilities are minimal.