Yeah I’d say. I’m older now and things that would have killed me in my 20s don’t mean a damn thing now. Even if something does bother me, it just is what it is.
I don’t know. We get what we get. I’m crosseyed, can’t do anything about that. It used to bother me but it doesn’t anymore. The hair I do have is turning gray.
Whatever we get, we just gotta live with it. :p
Not only am I blessed to have a full head of hair, but my younger brother has always been so much more handsome than me. Girls clawed to get to him, they fought to get to him.
It was so funny the other night when I was on a video call with him and his wife, and I don’t even remember the comment that I made, but she pointed out that he was bald, and I had a full head of hair and I nearly lost it.
I’m sorry that probably hurts you. It’s just a win for me, it was always so fucking easy for him. Now he’s bald and mad about it, and here I am with a beautiful lion’s mane.
He could read this comment easily, he knows all of my usernames and shit online.
So hey, I have a full head of hair asshole. Where’s your hair?
It’s so crazy though, everything I ever did, he did it better. Just across the board entirely. Still to this day, shit I busted my ass on for 25 years. He’s doing it better with no effort.
So all I really have is my hair. He has it all, the lucky bastard. It’s only right that he went bald. Nobody should be able to have it all.
Lucky! :p
Seeing “old millennial ass” just seems so wrong.
We’re the young generation, right? We’re like, 25 at most. Right?
I’m 40. Oh my god. I need a Camaro and a broccoli haircut so I can fit in with the hip crowd. Broccoli hair is still a thing right? Haha
Man it goes so fast.
Oh my God, I cannot imagine living with a hoarder. I have problems with collecting things, but I certainly don’t hoard things.
I could have easily developed that problem if I hadn’t met my wife.
I have a friend who is a hoarder and she has lost the use of her bathroom recently. It is so bad that she now has totes stacked up along the back of her house full of crap that she will never use. She has to shower at the gym. Every day, she drives to the gym in the morning and take a shower.
I just cannot imagine living in that world. I don’t know how you do it. I would lose my damn mind.
That’s what I’m hoping they will do. I have never had an issue with amphetamines, as a matter fact, the one time that I did abuse amphetamines, I called the poison control center because I had such a terrible time. My issue was always opioids.
Of course, I say that to my doctor and he thinks I’m bullshitting. Anything, any help I can get I would be so fucking happy.
I’m so glad you said this to me. This is exactly what I needed. The thought of that dust has me making different considerations all the way around.
If I put something in the attic, it’s going to be in a sealed bag. It’s going to be something that means a lot to me, not shit that I will never touch.
I want to make it so that I fill these two little plastic drawers with the things that I want and I want everything else to go away.
My wife is a beautiful, amazing, spectacular human being, who deserves to have space that she can be comfortable and happy in. I just need to get over myself and throw this shit away.
This is what I need to do. When I started moving I said to myself, “I need to throw things away that I don’t need. I need to give things away or sell what I have too many of.
There is no reason I should be sitting on 15 Sega Genesis consoles and 50 controllers. 10 half broken NES consoles that I have in pieces.
I’m never going to fix them. It isn’t going to happen.
The new house has an attic, and I was so excited to have space to put things out of my wife’s way. Climbed up there to discover it’s probably asbestos insulation. Now I have to get up there and get some to send off for testing. So frustrating. I can’t afford a pro. I can’t afford proper equipment. I’m getting a mask, some gloves, some goggles, and soapy water.
I worked in asbestos in my teens and 20s and I’m pretty sure I have issues because of it now. I’m going to VERY carefully collect a small sample and I really hope it isn’t the bad stuff.
If it’s clean and clear, my life will improve immensely. If it isn’t, I’ll never disturb it or go near the attic again.
I have a million screws, and I know when I throw them away I’ll find a use for one and they’ll all be gone. I finally made myself throw away old computer parts. Don’t even know why I kept some of them. Who needs an old ISA sound card that no one is interested in that probably won’t work anyway?
I know. It’s insane, and people are just carrying on like it’s no big deal.
My 16 year old daughter is on a non narcotic medicine. I’m going to bring that one up next Thursday.
I appreciate you.
Problem is, even if I do find a different provider, they’ll cut off my other meds if I can’t get them on board.
It’s a mess.
No I didn’t. Thank you. I’ll check it out.
I’m cross eyed. Can’t get a third dot. Boooooooo
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Man I’m still finding out crazy lies she told on me.
Talked to my sister the other night and we got on the subject, she said, “You were pretty sadistic to her at times, but she was nuts.” I replied, “Sadistic? I wasn’t always kind to her, but sadistic? That’s a stretch.”
“Well, she told me some crazy stuff, like when you stuck a screwdriver in your ear and hit it with a hammer if she didn’t say exactly what you wanted her to say when you thought she was lying once.”
HOLY SHIT!
I said, “Well, I still have my hearing. If there was any truth to that, wouldn’t I be deaf? Like, at least in one ear?”
When I caught her with the guy she ended up with, she swore she was raped. He’s such a great guy too, and I’d never tell him that because it would crush him. He took care of her as she died from cancer.
Man, oh man. The stories I have with that girl. She lied about anything and everything. According to her, I beat her, raped her, was responsible for every failure in her life.
We were about to close on a loan for a home when she left me and I had to back out. She just sabotaged everything constantly. She took our daughter, left, told me her sister’s husband had guns so I’d better not come over to try to get my daughter. I said in anger, “If your plan is to keep my kid from me, he’ll need those guns to stop me from coming to get her.”
Phone calls from her family started coming in. “How dare you threaten to shoot up a house with your kid in it!?” What!? She said that? That isn’t what happened.
Beat herself up, sent me picture. “This is me without you. I’m literally tearing myself apart.”
Sent the same pictures to friends and family. “He beat me!”
Tried to convince our daughter that she witnessed me choking her out.
Good lord.
Life was good up until I caught her cheating the first time (verified anyway) and everything went nuts after that.
I have my daughter in therapy. For me, this chaos passed pretty quick. For her, it was a significant portion of her life.
Hey hey hey.
She was diagnosed with BPD right at the end of our relationship after I caught her cheating over and over again.
Of course once she done research on BPD I was lying and making it up and she never told me that.
Good lord man. What a nightmare it all was.
My poor daughter, she reminds me so much of her mother.
I remember when I first moved in with her. We were friends. We shared a room and a king size bed and nothing happened between us for months, and then it did.
She was sweet for about two weeks. The first time it happened I remember waking up thinking she was being attacked. “AHHHHHHH!” I sat up in the bed in horror. “WHY WON’T YOU FUCKING LATHER?!!!?” BANG, BANG, BANG
I got up and pecked on the door, “Is everything alright in there?” sobbing “Yes, it’s just this fucking shampoo. It won’t fucking lather. I keep dumping it on my stupid fucking head and it’s barely even soap!”
I sat down just bewildered. Like, seriously? That meltdown occurred because the shampoo wasn’t lathering to her standards? I used it all the time. I’m a man who doesn’t care about those things, I just bought what my mom always bought. I never had a problem with it. Hell, it’s 20 years later and I still buy the stuff.
The next time I woke up to a slam and clattering metal sounds. I walked into the kitchen. “FUCK THIS PAN! FUCK THIS STOVE! I give up, GODDAMMIT!!” She had turned on the wrong burner.
It started happening more often until it was every single morning. I snapped at her one morning. BAM I slapped the bathroom door. “CUT THIS SHIT OUT! I’M SICK OF WAKING UP TO SCREAMING EVERY MORNING!” She sobbed, apologized, stopped for a few days, fired right back up when she was more comfortable.
I started setting my alarm earlier than hers so I could get up and go outside until she cooled off. She never, ever, ever woke up in a good mood.
She’s been dead for 3 years now, but man, my daughter will carry her shit around for a lifetime.
I can control it with her though, calm her down, shut her up, but you gotta be careful haha. NEVER compare her to her mother, even if you’re just trying to be sweet or funny.
My daughter is only about a tenth as bad as her mom was with it, but even that can be exhausting.
You sir, are not the world’s dumbest man. I doubt I am either, but I would bet I’m dumber than you.
We should fight about it.
Very bold…atlas.
What’s funny to me is I grew up on gen x music and I remember looking up to those guys so much. They all looked like grown folks to me.
Now when I watch the videos, I see kids. It’s crazy.
This is a relatively new thing for me too.