I dont run anymore, but when I did, I intently focused on my breathing to keep it slow and stable, even if I was dying. I was never a fast runner, short legs didnt help, but, I could go for awhile after some time.

yeah that’s actually pretty dope lol

I’ve found old textbooks from the 30’s with handwritten notes in them :D

history is cool

honestly, yeah

Not gonna be cool to anyone but me probably.

I made seperator tapes and cable filler for wires. Was extrusion, slitting and spooling all at once.

Its all plasic, but the spooling end of the line looked like textiles. Got to carry a giant ass air “gun” to doff with. That gun was much fun.

Thought it was cool af. Got to do beast mode everyday; there were so many moving parts happening all at once, I never got bored. Leaned to swap products “on the fly”. Doing a change over while the machine was still running always gave me good feely feels.

Everyone who could run those lines, well, mind you, were absolute gods to me. Took over a year to train anyone new, and so many didnt last. tough work, super dopamine hitting.

I’ve been collecting old books for years. Currently slogging through Mellives collection of stories printed in 1968. Could find a copy of the book turned movie, printed before the movie?

its not a contest, I also rode a bike when I couldnt afford a car. 8+ years I had a license but no car. The worst was when I rode 8miles to work each morning, but the best was going grocery shopping with a five minute ride and a backpack, and going to friends houses this way. Had a car a few years when I lived rurally, and beater cars were stull under a grand. Back to no car now, again, because poverty.

Do you know how feeing it is to not have to depend on a car to go places? No insurance, no registration, no gas fee.

Was $1.25 to slap my bike on the front of the bus and go nearly anywhere outside range.

freeing.

no contest

Ive been getting back to reading myself. It’s become so overstimulating

My husband had the Tv connected to the internet, even though we watch everthing from the xbox. I changed the wifi password a few months ago, and never reconnected the TV.

Best decision ever.

Waiting in a waiting room and saw a mom, dad, and three children. one was a fresh newborn, and the middle child a toddler, eldest about ten sat down and colored.

This three year old had the phone right in her face with baby shark playing, 45 mins of it. pacifier hanging out her mouth, and sucked into the screen. She cry screamed when mom took the phne from her to use it for a minute.

Littles dont need screens like this, its damaging to their growth,. This was a childrens mental health waiting room, tons of space and things put out for kids specifically.

I just wanted to read my book while I waited for my son. Instead all I could think about was how lazy that parenting is. Why have kids if youre just gonna pop a pacifier in its mouth and shove content in their face. I wanted to congratulate mom on the newborn, fresh babies are wild to see, but she and her husband were sucked into husbands phone too. She called to him at one point too, point blank called to him and said, “hey baby daddy”, which was so wierd.

As an adopted kid, I really hate your generalizing here.

I blamed my parents (all three of them and beyond) and took responsiblity for myself. You kind of have no other choice. I can read the family trauma passed down like a book. The person who adopted me, gave me the most trauma. He did prison time for it. As a child, I needed someone to actually love me, and no one did. When I turned 18 (and let loose) I realized many years later, that there wasnt a single adult I trusted at that age.

I wish I was adopted into a loving home. Its all I ever wanted, instead, I was adopted to a monster. Heaven forbid someone take some time to feel anger about thier shitty life hand. Of course you have to stand up and deal too, but its understandable someone has anger about it. Ive met plenty of cunts who were raised by their bio parents who are angry and violent. Ive never hurt anyone, never been in a fight, never arrested, never did drugs. I struggle just like anyone, and have successes just like anyone. Im proud of me, and a few of my siblings.

Wed have gotten further if some adult actually cared about our well being as children, instead of being seen as burdens.

My son trusts me. Even when he is angry at me, even when, Ive had to give consequences, my son trusts me.

How did this happen? I apologize for my mistakes and back it up with changed behavior, and Ive never hit him. He is his own person, and I am his safe person. This also means he sometimes will take his anger out on me. I dont take anything he says personally, because he is just a kid, expierencing emotions he doesnt yet know how to regulate. So, not taking his comments personally.

and we laugh, as much as possible.

stop it, your ruining it

while, sometimes, and only sometimes, one doesn’t have choices, I agree with you broadly.

still swoops back around to one can only control themselves, and their own reactions to things.

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms- to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

Also, you can have ice cream for breakfast and beans for dessert. There are no rules, and who cares what other people think when youre being harmless.

Unless, we then swoop back to that dude attacking you. That wasnt a choice for sure. Anyway, take care

we can only conrol ourselves

I recently had my wisdom teeth removed, not with anesthesia, but the laughing gas. I would have let that lady pull every tooth out of my mouth while on the gas, that shit was so good.

Ive never had anesthesia, but my son did when he was 5 amd had his adnoids and tonsiles removed, poor kid woke up and just couldnt stop crying for a few hours, it was fear I saw in him for sure. poor thing. being held against your will is terrifying

holy projection from that dude.

People should learn that taking out misplaced anger on random ppl is not okay.

Sorry that happened. Olive green is one of my favorite shades of green. It prob my favorite color, I bet those boots are dope.

A story to remind folks to be kind to one another!

I like baked potatoes (Mitch Hedburg)

it’s from the movie “My cousin Vinny”.

two yutes.

ok jeffrey